Its day four in Puebla, Mexico. It was a very sunny day and humidity filled the air. I felt the breeze against my damp face as the open top bus accelerated. My dad, grandma, and my cousin, Daniel, sat in the row to the left of me. We were 1 hour away from our next destination, the middle of nowhere.
I’d always loved being exposed to new cultures and places, so the idea of exploring a rural area in the middle of Mexico ignited a new wanderlust sensation through my body. As we reached closer to our destination, the more mountains that apparard. The views were breathtaking. As the bus abruptly stopped at a red light, my dad inched his way into the seat next to me. “You excited for this tour”? He asked with a grin. I slightly nodded my head, unaware of the actual purpose of our destination. “You know the tour is going to be about the ancient people of the town we are going to and how they built a civilization underground”, my grandma added, aware of the confusion on my face from my fathers last question. My grandma is very intelligent and knows a lot everything, so she rambled on about the history of the ancient civilization until our bus reached our destination. As we departed from the bus, I noticed there was an unusual abandoned carnival to my right and a small, but vibrant city to my left. My grandma asked the bus driver what the quickest way to the tour, but in Spanish. She is the only one out of my dad, cousin, and I, that could fluently speak the language, therefore she is the only reason how we are surviving in a foreign country. I only know enough spanish to understand some words as I eavesdrop in conversations. The walk from the bus to the tour is longer than I thought it would be. As my family and I entered, our tour guide began the tour. Our guide solemnly speaks spanish, which is no surprise, so throughout the tour I choose to leave my headphones in and simply admire the artifacts. After an hour or two, the tour was finally finished. As my family departed from the group of people and made our way outside, I quickly noticed something interesting. A gigantic hill was to right of the museum, and many locals of the town were climbing it. The hill was so massive it overlooked the whole city, as well as 2 other neighboring cities surrounding us. Curiosity flooded my body. I knew I had to look at the view from the top of the hill. “Hey dad, could we possibly climb to the top of the hill”, I asked while tapping his shoulder. I realized he was also admiring the hills greatness in size, so he nods his head and we start our climb. It was around 4:00 o’clock in the afternoon ,and the bus to go back to Puebla leaves at 4:20. My dad and I are trudging up this hill with immense swiftness to try to make it back in time. We feel the summer heat against our skin, but we do not slow down. With our shoes digging into the dirt with each climb, we have made it to the top. The legs of both my dad and I both simultaneously collapse out of exhaust. I lift my head up to admire the view, and it was nothing like I have ever seen before. At this moment, I was on top of the world. I get up off the ground, forgetting about the soreness in my legs, and walk to the edge of the hill. The wind was piercing my ears, but I was distracted by the beauty of the country to even acknowledge it. The colorful buildings were so vibrant and unique from the viewpoint of the hill. I took a deep breath in, trying to make each millisecond of this moment last. We are so small compared to the vastness of Earth. In these few moments of admiration, I realize how much of the world I must see before my time on Mother Earth is up. “The world is full of wonderful things you haven't seen yet. Don't ever give up on the chance of seeing them”. -J.K. Rowling. From this moment on, this will be the quote I will live by forever. By: Maddie Hewitt - 10th grade
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Your father was a brave soldier, a much honored gent.
And now that you are all grown up, you must wonder where he could have went. He ventured to dangerous lands, far far away, to answer our country's desperate call. He left to fight for you and our loved home...but sadly he was the one to fail. Every moment of every single day I would sit by the phone. Waiting for the news that, one day, he would come back home. As you know, that was not the case. The only news I got was that I would never be able to look at his face. There are many stories of how your father fought beside his brothers, side-by-side. There was nothing in this world that could take away from his hard-earned pride. Hand in Hand, the brothers marched across the harsh plains. Hoping and hoping, that they would be the ones to remain. Your father was extremely noble, and was an exceptionally strong man. And unlike many others, he was courageous enough to make a tremendously essential stand. Your father did not leave you because he didn't love you; it is the other way around. He wanted to teach his dear dear daughter to always fight for what she wants and to stand ground. You now might not have a father figure with you here. But you still have a mother that will always, no matter what, be near. It is crazy to think of what we have, everything in life. But we forget to think about the thousands who have died, trying to end the strife. Now we mourn his death from across the weary sea. For the soldiers who have fallen, fighting for the cause of being free. Now you understand the risks he would happily die to take. Because he realized how much of a difference he could make. Even though life is tough and it can give you a hard shove. All you need to remember is that you have a guardian angel that is watching from the skies above Just know that he loves you, though he is not here to say it himself; As your mother I love you just as much and I promised that I would tell you myself. By: Carsynn Miller - 10th grade |
Madeline PowersI am a NC sophomore, with a passion for writing and photography. I plan to study at NYU and get a degree in journalism. I hope to one day become a travel journalist. Archives
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