It Was Worth It

By Deepak Sundarraj (6th Grade)

Leaving my hometown, was a catastrophe.
I didn’t want to leave my home, 7 years of my life.

Yet…
The pale white sun radiating on
the equipment down below.


I made friends, I went to school.


Over time I realized, that it was perfect.
Why was it so perfect, why was it amazing, just why did I love it?


The tables,
nice and clean and everyone chuckles
over the share of jokes.
The chutney, the pizza; and the burgers are combined into one beautiful spread.


The kids play hide and seek as all of them flee.
They grip the rusting monkey bars,
as another shoots the ball through the polyester net.


Dads, seated on the walnut bench talking and laughing about their jobs.
One is an engineer, another a scientist, and a construction worker.


HONK!
The cars roll in the parking lot,
as the cups of fine whiskey splash and sparkle in the night sky.
The fresh aroma spreads throughout the crowd.


And the fears and dangers that had been held by the people
wiped out by the jubilance emitted by the hundreds more.
No matter if they are friends or not.


Everyone welcomes each other,
not feeling embarrassed or sad,
a place where happiness lives its life.


But most of all, it's flowers.
Down the streets a fruity aroma blossoms.
The sunflowers bloom as the cherry blossoms sprout.
Mother nature.


The rusting metal pipes, the rusting gutters.
The bunnies at night.
The crickets chirping
It’s what makes it home.




So very much love in our community.
Understanding voices, unique bodies, and upbeat personalities.
Unity.


So very small, so very peaceful.
Eastvale is my California. It’s everything I long for.


In the Eastvale I know, everyone is one, and one is everyone.