To scared to move!
- By: Bedwing Xavier
- Created on: 07/29/2008
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My trip to Haiti is one I will never forget. It had adventure, suspense, and drama. Haiti is a little island below Florida. My mother, and I went on our anual two month trip to Haiti. It was a long flight, but it was all worth it when I got to see my family again.
We had a great first month there, we saw the luscious green mountains, the breezy, white sand beaches, and the delicious Haitian food. Sounds like paradise, yea I thought so to. But little did me and my mother know that something bad was going to happen that very summer.
So anyway my mom did her usual two weeks, and left me there with my family, for the rest of the summer. Everything went normal for a couple of weeks, until one day while I was at the market, I saw this tall dark skinned man, with dreads ask one of my friends a question. That didn't really scare me, its what my friend told me is what scared me. Crunching on an apple she cam running to me, looking scared she said " We have to call your father, NOW!!" Little did I know that there has been alot of kidnappings in Haiti that month, especially if your from America.
So we ran to her house and waited for my father. When we arrived at her house she finally told me what the man had said to her. She said " That man asked if you and your brother was from America, and if so, if he could speak to you." I didn't see any problem with that until she told me that she saw two men in the car with dark sunglasses.
When my father arrived she told her everything that she knew leaving nothing out. My father quickly grabbed me and my brother and put us in the car. My brother and I were on the bottom of the car floor away from the windows as my dad speeded to our cousins house.
We stayed there for a couple of days while my father contacted my mom. After a week of staying there, my dad, our uncle, my brother and I traveled across half the island to a place called St. Louis, my birthplace, on the way there we were caught in a bad storm our car got stuck in the mud and couldn't start. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do, if I should stay calm, or cry.
But when I turned around my father opened the door and said that a man was here to help us. Of course we didn't know the man but it was better than spending the night in a car. The man (which we never got his name) took us to his house, we met the mother and she gave us some spaghetti and coke. We slept there but I wasn't so comfortable.
The trip took 4 days. We passed various cities, villages towns, we drove on mountains. When we finally reached St. Louis we ran into our aunts house, we were greeted with hugs, kisses, and tears, and hot food. We spent a a good two weeks in St. Louis but it was time for us to go.
So we drove back to Port-au-Prince, we arrived at night. We drove quickly into our uncles house no one we were there except us, and our two cousins. As we were settling in, two gunshots were fired. my heart started to beat quickly, i felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. I couldn't move I was to scared, thoughts started racing in my head," How did they find us", "How did they know we were here." , " Am I going to die tonight."
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head, as my cousin picked me up put me on top of the roof. I could remember that night so clearly, it was pitched black, you couldn't hear anything except for the ocassional breathing of my brother, cousins and I. I remember me wispering to my cousin were is uncle, where dad!?!? Thats all I remember cause I fell asleep.
The next morning I smelled food cooking, so I climbed off the roof, forgetting what happened last night i walked over to the kitchen. when I saw my dad thats when everything came back to me. I quickly asked if every one was ok. Thats all that mattered to me then.
Then my fathers face lit up as he told me that me and my brother was going home that day, you can imagine that I was filled with complete bliss, I ran to tell my brother, I was so happy the words wouldn't come out, until finally I just spit them out. We were so happy, thats the happiest we've been that whole summer. We had a quick breakfast and our dad drove us to the airport, as we walked away, to enter the plane I remember him saying, "Don't ever forget me."
As he said that I swear I saw a tear slide down his cheek.
This was and is a true story!!
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