A Story

The 5th of March 1992 ,the space of sky above me was the color of disappointment totally dark. When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before I had strolled the somber and bustling streets of New York.
I had worn my woolen pullover, as dark as the sky, which itself contributed to the augmentation of disillusionment in my spirit. Remembering sweet memories of the past made me so homesick. The home which I had left reluctantly and the relatives whom I had not seen for a long time .We (my family and I) lost everything very soon. My story goes back to the time when my family and I lived in our own country, Iran where we owned everything like a nice and luxury home and private cars while my father was the owner of a large clothing factory. We were pleased with our life and everything was going well.
My mother was a doting and devoted woman and she herself was the daughter of one of the illustrious landowners, that is why she had never experienced the taste of misery and melancholy in her life. Unlike many women of her class, she was wrapped up in religion and had a strong belief in these things. On the contrary, my father was uninterested in the religious considerations. He had devoted his time only to earn money and get pleasure from amassing it.
I myself was interested in taking the veterinary course in the uuniversity but my father constantly discouraged me and asked me to forget all about such foolish thoughts and instead back him in running the factory and continue his job after him but I was not interested, besides I had found my aptitude in something else.
3rd of October 1971 when my grandfather departed this life my father had to leave school in order to provide his orphan siblings with food and lodging. He had led a very hard and miserable life in his youth but by running the small shop of his father and establishing a workshop beside that his life changed substantially and he became rich then. But Everything changed suddenly as no one could even think of that, a catastrophe . The clothing factory belonging to my father caught fire and nothing remained of that. Father was thrown into bankruptcy , therefore he decided to sell most of his properties to pay back the debts of creditors .
All of a sudden and very unexpectedly father came to this conclusion that it would be better for us to leave the country, all of us at any rate had to accompany him although we were not quite pleased . One of the reasons which had coerced us to leave our homeland was my mother disease ,a kind of cancer and also asthma ; nearly all of the doctors in our country had disappointed us , besides father constantly reiterated that the most knowledgeable doctors are abroad that is why he persisted more in his decision of leaving.
5th April,1990 . Our destination was in Frankfurt , 15 days of living in Germany extended to one month while it was not our real target, we had planned to travel to America . Fortunately we managed to provide the rest of money for a visa to that country.
We reached LosAngeles, there plethora of our compatriots lived but this matter did not undermine the intensity of our desire to come back home, to be honest I had missed my homeland .Anyway it was not an ideal place to work and make a comfortable living .After years of ordering others in his homeland, father had to labour here .Air in LosAngeles was raw so that it could make my mother s asthma worse while father was suffering from a terrible backache.
I found a low-paid job in a hotel at last .Whenever possible I drowned in daydreaming and remembered my past memories. Each day roughly 16 hours a challenging work and dealing with a bunch of tourists had made me tire out , but I had to put up with such things. I felt as if my pride, dignity and motivation were melting like the ice , when I thought of my relatives and my friends then my eyes became tearful .

12th December 1996 .Sacramento a beautiful place and the colorful paradise for the tourists . As I had heard of my colleagues in LosAngeles ,here in Sacramento it was easier to earn money that is why I was convinced to quit my former job to find a well-paid one.On the one hand my father had become so old, on the other hand I needed more money to afford my mother s huge expenditures for her disease.
Luckily, the ray of hope was revived in my heart ,maybe a way back to my country. I was employed as a caretaker in a museum with enough money, that money which I could muster in a short time and at least once make my parents feel better by letting them see their relatives and homeland. Little by little it crossed my mind to buy inexpensive goods from the auctions and sell them in other cities at higher prices. It was another way to garner the amount of money needed to go back to my country better than nothing.
After three years wrestling with such difficulties, I could buy a small shop in Sacramento. My calculations turned out spot on and I was onward to make my parents wish come true, oh goodness! At last I could make it and I see ourselves in our own homeland now. Everything is fine and my parents condition is better than before. My mother has recovered from his disease.

Home,Sweet Home!