Being Forgetten

Being Forgetten
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  • This day was the day I had been looking forward to for a month, I was filled with excitement. It was just a little bit more time before we arrived at the airport and then made our way to Nepal. "Are you excited?" asked my mom as we entered the airport parking. We all knew the answer to that. Me and my little brother replied with a big. "Yes we are!" 
  • After the long two day flight we had finally arrived. It was nice to see the houses and hills from the plane when we were landing. It reminded me of when we were going to America for the first time. I knew that this wasn't all of the travelling but we were still going to have about a week to rest at my cousin's house. Nepal has one airport and it's in the capital, the place I live just happens to be about four hours away from the capital. 
  • Finally we arrived at our true destination. Home sweet home. It was the old house that we left behind 3 years ago. Lucky for us my aunts took care of the house. After getting out the car all I wanted to do was pet my dog but knowing my family I would have to say hi and talk to my family. "Wow, you've grown a lot Subham." said my aunt. Later I finally got to play with my dog, the only problem was that it seemed like she didn't recognize me. She was aggressive against me. Every time I tried to pet her she growled as if she had never seen me.
  • I tried to make her familiar with me every day I got the chance to. It didn't work as well as I wanted it to but we made some progress. She had gotten familiar with me and wasn't growling at me every time I tired to touch her but she still acted as if we had met for the first time. I wasn't happy about this but I didn't tell anyone either. I wanted to make her recognize me by doing it myself.
  • During my time in Nepal I went to my uncle's wedding and some religion related things. Everyday when I came back home from doing something I'd spent most of my time playing with my dog. She would act calm now and even let me pet her as long as I'd like. The only thing was that I wasn't sure if she had just gotten used to me being there or actually realized that it was me.
  • We were going back home. I wasn't really happy about it. I had to leave my family once again to go to the other side of the word. I didn't even get to make my dog recognize me after about 4 weeks. Nepal was fun to go back to, it reminded me of many memories from when I was 6 or 7. 
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