"Everything is going to be all right," is the advice Debora gave me through my tears. "Don't cry, don't cry," she said comforting.

Bawling, bawling and bawling. The tears kept on rushing down my face like water from a shower tap.

All the water works started from one situation that happened.

It all started on one bright and sunny morning. I went to school feeling as proud as a peacock.

My hair was done up nice, I had a new school bag and my shoes were shining. I thought that my day was going to go perfectly. It did not.

I had just left Jamaica and I was beginning a new school that was called Dellwood Middle School. I was very excited to attend a new school and have the opportunity to meet new people.

My palms were sweaty as soon as I walked in the school gate. I only knew one person but they hadn't arrived at school yet. I became extremely nervous. That's when I started thinking of home.

I could not hold back the thoughts of leaving Jamaica and staying away from my homeland. It wasn't easy.

It is a sad thought; you grow up in a country then move to a foreign one.

I wasn't sure if I was going to stay in Bermuda at first but then my mother took me to the store to buy a Dellwood school uniform. That's when I knew.

Tears burst out of my eyes just thinking of my family. If I thought about my friends in Jamaica too, my tears amounted to be as much water as the Pacific Ocean.

Debora, a girl who I hadn't yet met, saw me crying so she tried to figure out what was wrong.

"What's the matter Dana?" she asked me.

I did not answer her because I was thinking if I did answer her, what would she say?

"You can tell me anything," she said in a comforting voice. "I can be your friend."

I still did not want to answer her. I did not want her to think that I was crying over something foolish.

Chenzira, another girl that was new to me, came to try to help the situation. It did not work.

One of her friends called out to her so she left. So, Debora pleaded and pleaded with me until, I finally I told her what was wrong. I thought she took it quite seriously.

She asked me, "Would you like me to give you some advice?"

"Sure," I said in a sad weakened voice.

Debora started to tell me about what she had to face when she left Brazil; and how she dealt with it. She told me how she went through what I was going through.

"I did not want to leave Brazil," she explained, "but I had to."

I did not understand what she said quite clearly though.

She continued to say, "It is a good thing that I have friends who care for and look out for me."

Those words really dug down deep inside of me. I changed completely. I seldom thought about Jamaica or my family as often that day.

What I really noticed that I now have people in Bermuda who care for me so I didn't have to be sad anymore.