It was March 8th 1997, my second day in this new city, state, country and a new church. As I walked into the church that morning, I was greeted by the ushers standing at the door and they offered to show me the way to inside of the church. I guess since they saw that I was young they sent me to the junior’s class. I think I was 2 years or older than most of the kids in that class. I walked in and sat down in the back room. I had no idea what was going on or what they were saying, after all I had just migrated from a non English speaking country. I as sat in the back trying to figure out what they were saying or singing, I saw her walked across the room making her way out to go to the restroom. My eyes followed her as she made her out the door, and no, I didn’t follow her to the restroom .
I was counting and hoping that she would walk back in the room. And surely enough she came back. As she made her way to the front of the class I watched her again. From that moment my heart dropped. I know what you must be thinking, at a young age I couldn’t have fallen in love, well I didn’t call it love I just knew from the way that I was feeling that I must have really liked her. Well, you may ask how you can really like someone you barely knew, I don’t really know, all I knew is that I just did and it just happened. Ok, let’s get back to the story. My thoughts were playing soccer in my mind, kicking ideas left and right. But with all the ideas, I had no way of communicating with this girl because I didn’t speak her language. I knew that she may understand mine but I wasn’t thinking about that at the moment. From that moment on it got pretty bad because all of my attention and thoughts were all about this girl. After church was over, I stood by and watched her lips as she spoke to her friends.
On my way home, my mother was asking what we learned at church today, I had nothing to say, I know shame on me. My older brother and sister saw how distracted and distant I was being and that’s when they asked me what was going on and I told them I just saw this girl at church today and she’s going to be my girlfriend. To my older siblings this was just a joke because they thought that since I don’t speak the language and since she’s so pretty that I was way over my head, especially since she may have had other prospects or guys that were trying to talk to her, but none of that really mattered to me. I didn’t see the other guys there because they were of no concern to me. So for months I tried to find ways to talk to this girl and ended up with no success. A few months later, I found myself sitting with a group of people including her older brother and he asked me which girl at the church that I liked, I quickly replied, “your sister”. Although he said ok, I knew he probably meant, good luck buddy, don’t think it’s going to happen. (5209)