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I remember looking out the window of the plane, seated in the window seat with my grandparents Maday and Nainai also in my row. There was so much water below us and only a small island approaching as we began to descend. I was scared. I had never been to this island, only met my father three times before (although I did not remember meeting him since I was only seven years old), and as soon as I stepped off this plane, I would have to call this exotic and foreign place my new home. I tried to have a good attitude, which I typically always do, but I did not want any of this. Nothing going on recently was making sense to me, but I did not have time to cry. My mother was sick, and the court already determined my fate, despite my wishes. I already lived with Maday and Nainai and as much as I love and am thankful for them, we all knew I could not stay with them forever, especially since my father was suddenly claiming and requesting parental responsibility. Taking a hesitant but brave step off the plane, I was immediately greeted by a warm temperature, bright and sunny skies, and people from all over the world – some tourists, and other locals. After customs and immigration, I grabbed Maday’s hand as we officially embraced the Cayman Islands and approached my estranged family.