Siddhartha Comes to America “Wake up Kyle!” my mom yelled, “it’s time to get Uncle Siddhartha.” I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and on my way I was. I arrived at Detroit Metro Airport with my mind still racing and anticipating Siddhartha’s appearance. I saw a tall, slender man wearing very unusual clothing walk out of the baggage claim area and thought to myself that must be him. I ran up to him, introduced myself, and informed him that we had a busy day, and we started to get going. The big city, that’s where I decided to take Uncle Sid. I have always loved Times Square, and I wanted to share my experience with my uncle. I decided we would take the train to get the full effect. We arrived at Grand Central Station, and Uncle Sid's …show more content…
I assumed he had never seen anything like it before. “It’s amazing” he said “I’ve never seen so many people.” Before evening that day he reached a large town and he was glad because he had a desire to be with people. “This is more than a town.” I told him. “This is the big city.” I hope you don’t hate some of the things you see, I thought to myself. We got to walking around, he gazed at the bright lights everywhere, and his eyes wondered in all the commotion of the city. “What’s that smell, it smells gross?” he said. “That would be American food” I chuckled. “Here you have to try some” “I’ve never tasted anything like it” he said. “It’s…it’s delicious!” I smiled at him and leaded him over toward some of the street vendors, so he could get a souvenir, when all of a sudden his face went blank, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Why are those people sitting on the streets?” he asked. “They look cold and hungry.” “They’re homeless” I replied. I’ve never seen anyone look as disappointed as my uncle did