Moving to a new place far away from home and family

It was summer time in 2009 when my parents decided to send me to Hawaii with my oldest brother to stay with him and attend high school there. It was my first trip to traveling without my parents. I almost got lost at the Honolulu airport, but then a security guard came by and he showed me a sign that says Immigration. I walk out the terminal and saw my brother outside waiting for me. He took me to where he was living and showed me my room. I went in to sleep after the four hour trip. I woke up and found out that I wanted to go back to my parent. I told him that I wanted to come back to the Marshall Islands. I did not want to stay there any longer. I missed my home and family. I did not know anybody around, there was nobody around to talk to and nobody to play with when my brother was off to work and that really made me want to cry. One Saturday night, my brother took me to a park called Makiki Park. I saw many Marshallese my age but I did not know any of them. I look at them laughing and playing, this also makes me really want to  come back home with my family and friends. Then, my brother came and introduced me to his friends.