Narrative Essay About Human Trafficking

We had been standing in the airport for what felt like hours at the time, but was probably only thirty minutes. We were waiting for my dad to bring my sisters from Moldova, a country in Europe landlocked between Romania and Ukraine. It is one of the poorest countries in Europe and is the main source of human trafficking in Russia and surrounding countries. It was the beginning of second grade when we first started working towards adopting Viorica, Marina, and Diana. They were three teenage girls that my dad had met while he was on a mission trip. He had gone on a few mission trips to Moldova before, but this time when he came home he told my mom we had to do something or else these three girls would be living on the streets or worse, within

My dad flew over to Moldova one last time in November of my second grade year. I remember standing in the airport anxiously waiting for him to get back. I was more excited for him to get back than I was to get three new sisters. I was very much a Daddy’s girl. There were a bunch of people there. Most of my relatives, people that had helped us raise money, family friends, and even some people I didn’t and still don’t know. Most of us had signs that read “Welcome home!” or something of the sort. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I heard people screaming. I was standing behind someone so my mom picked me up. I saw my dad and three girls. My mom had the biggest smile on her face. I assumed those were my sisters. Up until that point, I hadn’t seen any pictures or anything of them. I think my mom had a picture of them so she knew that it was them immediately. It was incredibly tense until we saw them, like everyone was holding their breath. After a lot of hugging and I think a few people cried, my mom included, we took Viorica, Marina, and Diana to show them their new home. I was nervous about them being there. I’m not sure why though I think it was because I was even more shy back then than I am