By Melicia McCalmon
I was only six when my mother sent a plane ticket for me to leave Guyana and come to Antigua.
The day after I came, she took me to the West Bus Station. She warned “Melly if you get lost, come right back here. Don’t talk to any strangers.
While she was speaking with a friend, I saw an ice cream shop.
Suddenly I wasn’t holding my mother’s hand anymore.
I started walking back to the bus station. On my way I saw a man with a butcher’s knife cutting meat. He looked at me and said “come yah”. I didn’t understand Antiguan dialect then. I shook my head repeatedly while watching him chopping up the meat and gesturing to me with his knife.
I started crying and continued walking fast not taking my eyes off him. I approached a bench and sat there waiting for my mother to come back for me. As I wiped the tears from my eyes I realized my mother was standing in front of me.
I jumped off the bench, hugging her tightly, not letting go no matter what.
Melicia, 17, is a second time entrant in the Wadadli Pen Challenge and at her second go is a Best of Books Promising Writer Pick.
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