I wrote this... uh... I think it's the best I can do... Funny right? xD Well, I need you guys to review it, giving me tips of how to improve my writing, because I know it's not good. >.< Lol. I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks<3
We were waiting for him right in front of the house. It seemed like he was taking his time to say one last goodbye. I glanced at him from inside the car as daddy lifted up our bags to place them in the trunk. My ten year old brother looked around carefully, as if his melancholic eyes were memorizing the only place he had ever known.
"Jorge! C'mon, sweetie, we don't want to miss the plane," Mama announced as she held the car's door open for him. She tried to make no expression towards his deplored reaction to the situation.
My brother sat next to me in the back of the car, while Mama and Daddy were next to each other in front.
"Here we go!" Daddy yelled out in Spanish, trying to get rid of the saddened atmosphere that was embracing us as he turned on the car.
I looked at Jorge, his face was almost touching the car's window as he observed everything carefully. He rolled it down quickly, while we drove next to those Flamboyan trees that always keep the river in company
"What are you doing?" I asked briefly, and puzzled. I mean, the car's air was on.
"Smelling and feeling my country," he said, as he closed his eyes.
Daddy looked at me from the rear view mirror and shrugged. Jorge let his ear-buds fall into the car's sit.
"Can I use your iPod?" I asked. "Mine's in my bag," I said as I pointed to the trunk with my thumb.
I looked at him, and he didn't say anything, he just nodded gently. I took his iPod in my hands and started skipping through songs. I looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Jorge," I called out. "You only have three songs here," I said. "An old typical song, the anthem, and a Christmas song?"
"I know," Jorge replied with his eyes closed still. It looked like somehow he was ignoring me, I didn't think he was paying full attention.
"And..." I moved my body to the right, to be able to look at him with both of my eyes. "What happened to your songs in English?" I asked.
"I deleted them," he replied briefly, as he looked in my eyes.
"But, why?" I asked, and tilted my head.
"Por respeto a mi patria," he said.
I didn't know what to say, the situation seem to be affecting him more than I thought.
"Respect for my country..." He didn't say anything else after that. And now, while we are waiting to arrive to the states in this airplane, his words resound in my head, along with the voice coming from the speakers announcing that we're about to land.
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