A little bit about me- part 2
Hello readers! I apologize for being late publishing this post as I was supposed to write it on Friday but here we go.
One of the first things I did when I first arrived in Canada, my new home, was look at myself in a mirror for a long time. I had never seen myself before, at least not in a mirror. I guess I thought it was some magical object that could show your reflection just like that. Pretty cool anyway.
During my first year, I was seemingly a very serious child. I had this pouty face and a frown which made it look like I was always concentrating on some thought. I did not talk at all during my first year. I enjoyed being on my own In the home video my parents made of my brother and I when we were little, I am looking at some pictures of random people and my face has that pout and frown in all seriousness. I am not even looking at the lady who just became my new mother as she calls my name. I acted very different from other 3 year old children and even at 4 years old when I finally learned how to talk, there were other signs of a developmental delay. Later on, we would get an answer to why I have been acting somewhat strange. The answer would be a diagnosis of autism (won't be talking about this in depth right now but please stay tuned for details about this in one of my next posts)
As the years progressed, I also progressed. I got better at things. I loved playing with my little brother whom I used to call Jim instead of Noah (James was the name he had before so I was still used to calling him that and because I was so little I never pronounced his name right thus "Jim" instead of James). "Jim, Jim!" I used to yell, then I chased him across the room. We were really good friends. We especially loved to build and create things together, from tents, to cars to snow houses in winter. We also fought of course, like normal brothers and sisters. But I loved my brother so much. These days, it's harder to maintain a relationship with him since things have changed between us, but the love I had for him when we were younger is still there and will always be. I hope that one day, we will be able to rekindle some of our old relationship again. But it is nice to have great memories of us when we were younger and how wonderful we were together. Had he stayed in Haiti, I would not have had the opportunity to experience the beautiful and special bond between brother and sister, especially the special bond with a brother with whom I shared the same blood.
I am forever grateful for the beautiful childhood I got to have thanks to my new mom and dad and will cherish the memories forever. I always look forward to the stories of us and our first days in a blessed new home, when our lives changed forever.
I hope you enjoyed reading! With this, I will conclude my post "A little bit about me" Stay tuned for my next story!
One of the first things I did when I first arrived in Canada, my new home, was look at myself in a mirror for a long time. I had never seen myself before, at least not in a mirror. I guess I thought it was some magical object that could show your reflection just like that. Pretty cool anyway.
During my first year, I was seemingly a very serious child. I had this pouty face and a frown which made it look like I was always concentrating on some thought. I did not talk at all during my first year. I enjoyed being on my own In the home video my parents made of my brother and I when we were little, I am looking at some pictures of random people and my face has that pout and frown in all seriousness. I am not even looking at the lady who just became my new mother as she calls my name. I acted very different from other 3 year old children and even at 4 years old when I finally learned how to talk, there were other signs of a developmental delay. Later on, we would get an answer to why I have been acting somewhat strange. The answer would be a diagnosis of autism (won't be talking about this in depth right now but please stay tuned for details about this in one of my next posts)
As the years progressed, I also progressed. I got better at things. I loved playing with my little brother whom I used to call Jim instead of Noah (James was the name he had before so I was still used to calling him that and because I was so little I never pronounced his name right thus "Jim" instead of James). "Jim, Jim!" I used to yell, then I chased him across the room. We were really good friends. We especially loved to build and create things together, from tents, to cars to snow houses in winter. We also fought of course, like normal brothers and sisters. But I loved my brother so much. These days, it's harder to maintain a relationship with him since things have changed between us, but the love I had for him when we were younger is still there and will always be. I hope that one day, we will be able to rekindle some of our old relationship again. But it is nice to have great memories of us when we were younger and how wonderful we were together. Had he stayed in Haiti, I would not have had the opportunity to experience the beautiful and special bond between brother and sister, especially the special bond with a brother with whom I shared the same blood.
I am forever grateful for the beautiful childhood I got to have thanks to my new mom and dad and will cherish the memories forever. I always look forward to the stories of us and our first days in a blessed new home, when our lives changed forever.
I hope you enjoyed reading! With this, I will conclude my post "A little bit about me" Stay tuned for my next story!
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