Wednesday, April 11, 2007

An Unforgettable Day

I was only a few hours away, sitting in the car, thinking about how it would be to meet him for the first time. I had never been this much stressed for meeting someone. He had been living in Austria for the last 37 years. I was curious. I wanted to know how he looked like and how he behaved. Would he be like me? Would he like me? Did he look forward to meet me? Of course not! Silly me! He didn't even know that I was going to be there. It was supposed to be a surprise. A big one if you ask me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't understand the passing of time. Suddenly I heard my mom telling me to get out of the car. I didn't want to be the first one to get in the house, so I stood behind my mom and told her to knock. It was my cousin who opened the door; it was his house after all. I went in right after my mom, kissing and hugging my aunts and cousins and their kids. I couldn't believe that they had become this big. I turned around to enter the sitting room and there he was, standing in front of me. Even though I had never seen him before, but he seemed so familiar. It was like looking at my father, only that he was smaller than my father. We stood there staring at each other for a few seconds. Then one of my aunts came and said "Mr. Gh, I present you Atousa, your niece."

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello Miss Gharvan

I enjoyed this example of your descriptive writing! I imagined myself standing in the home of your cousin, with smiling relatives all about. How great and wonderful must be the joy in your uncle's heart.

Maryam Ahmadzadeh said...

Dear Ati,
Nice memory. I think you just missed one point and that was the New Year gift your uncle gave you!!
Thanks for sharing this. And can I ask you "what color is it?!" ;-)

Hugs,
Maryam

S. Susan Marandi said...

*Very* good writing, Ms. Gharvan, and a very impressive blog!

Keep up the great job! :-)

Anonymous said...

Dear Atousa,

I think the moment of meeting would be always be in your mind.
Nice blog.

By the way do you know by any chance what zoro did?

Love,
Farinaz

Sonia said...

Dear Atousa,
That was wonderful! I almost could feel how you felt that moment, because I felt the same in the airport two weeks ago!!! And I thought almost like you!
That’s a sweet feeling in the heart! I enjoyed reading, thanks for sharing.
Luck
Soni

Parisa Mehran said...

Dear Atousa,

Nice changes. Nice posts. And Nice memory.

Love,
Parisa

Anonymous said...

Hey Atous!!!

Norway its not the same without u here. U made evrything seems so FUN gurl. We miss u all beauty xxx

C Major said...

Hallo Atousa!
I found the address of your blog on the list that your teacher Ms. Marandi kindly shared with us.
I liked this post because I also have an uncle that I've never met. He lives in Paris. I've seen his pictures though, and I've talked to him on the phone.
by the way, you write well. that was a vivid description.
ønske du lykken!