My First Day in The U.S

My First Day in The United Sates It was the most anticipated day for me, because after many years I would return to be with my mother and my brothers. It was February 28, 1987. I acknowledge that I couldn’t sleep the night before, I was very excited to be in a new country. Where I was to meet new people and a new world for me. My mother and I got up very early in the morning to go to the airport. Our flight left at 11:00 am. When we arrived to Puerto Rico, I went through immigration where I was interviewed by and officer. We hoped to go out with some of my brothers. I remember the first restaurant we went to eat was a Kentucky Fried Chicken. I visited Condado town, a tourist place of Puerto Rico. Late in the evening, we returned home, where we met all the family and I shared a good time with my other brothers.