You are the only one in control of your happiness.
The day I arrived in Angola was tough. I remember going from the airport to my new house and thinking “what is this place?”. All I saw was red dust flying around while people walked in immense poverty trying to sell whatever they had to get, at least, a piece of bread. The buildings around the city were filled with bullet holes and in the way you saw multiple tanks of war. It was something I surely wasn’t used to and it looked terrifying. After thinking all of this looking on the window, I would lie in my mom’s lap and tears would start to run down my cheeks involuntarily. I didn’t want to be there. When we'd get home, it didn’t feel like home. I cried
compulsively and wanted very bad to go back. Once, my dad, looking at all of this, grabbed me and sat me on top of a big box that was before covering the refrigerator. He told me to calm down and listen carefully when he said calmly: “Whether you want it or not, this is our new home. I know it looks terrifying, but I promise we will be happy here. What matters is that we are together and that’s when it should feel like home, when the four of us are united. This is just the first day, it is up to you to make this a happy place. Now smile and let’s go see your room.” I stopped crying while he put me down as we went to see my new room. Now, Luanda didn’t seem so bad.
