When I arrived in this country, I came from Sao Paulo to Miami. My friend was waiting at the airport. We went to a bus station. I traveled by bus from Miami to Newark. I was very tired because the bus was uncomfortable.
I arrived in Penn Station of Newark. My godson was waiting. We hugged. I did 15 years ago we didn't see. It was Saturday, April 29, 2005. It was a dark, spring day at 9:00 p.m.
My godson picked me up in his car and we went to his home. There was celebrating Happy Birthday of his wife. After the party, I went to bed and cried too much. Why? I remembered my family in my country.
Now I am sure that I made the right decision. I am more peaceful.
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