When I was two, I went to my home but not my Richmond Hill home, my real home, Tanzania. As I got on the plane my hands were shivering, I had butterflies in my stomach. It was my first time on a plane and as I was hoping it will be my last.

I sat in my seat with my brother and my mom. We sat there for a few minutes before the plane started moving but I still had that feeling. When the plane started my ears clogged up. I had sensitive ears so it hurt a little. But by then I couldn’t even think about that because I was too scared.

After we landed in Amsterdam we stayed there for a little while then sadly for me we went on another plane but now we landed in Tanzania! Finally I got off the plane. If I stayed in there any longer I would have burst into tears. We took a bus to my grandfather’s house.

My brother was so excited he started chasing the chickens! Oh my 5 year old brother is so cute! But I was still a little grumpy so grandpa cooked me some chicken (I love chicken). After that, I was happy.

We did lots of other stuff I forgot. But all I remember is that trip was amazing I even met my big sister for the first time! Tanzania might be far away but it will always be in my heart.

Mischa Esmail