Huffington Postさんのインスタグラム写真 - (Huffington PostInstagram)「"As a child, my first brush with a ghost wasn’t Casper or some other spook from a children’s book. I encountered the real deal in the house we rented in Pennsylvania after my family emigrated from Kuwait," writes HuffPost guest writer Salina Jivani.⁠ ⁠ "It was over a century old, essentially the size and strength of a wet shoebox, and was shadowed by an ominous oak tree in a rundown neighborhood."⁠ ⁠ "My dad, who grew up poor and lost his father as a teenager, had cultivated a knack for stretching every penny he earned. Years before we moved to the U.S., he squirreled away what he could, which helped him get settled in Pennsylvania when a locally headquartered company offered him a job on an H-1 Visa."⁠ ⁠ "The timing couldn’t have been more off ― he left for America when I was 3 and my mother was pregnant with my brother ― but my parents felt their sacrifices would be well worth the potential opportunities neither of them had been fortunate enough to grow up with. Several months after my dad settled in the U.S., my mom, my brother, who was just six months old, and I joined him."⁠ ⁠ "At first, my parents chalked up the peering eyes and hushed whispers to neighborhood curiosity. We were new and my mother didn’t know a lick of English. But we soon learned there was something else going on."⁠ ⁠ "Even though I was very young at the time, I will never forget the first encounter we had."⁠ ⁠ Read the full essay at our link in bio. // 📷 Courtesy of Salina Jivani」10月6日 6時18分