The day we became Canadian citizens dawned like ever other day. The sun was shining outside and the breeze was a little cool. Many years had passed before this day; days that had been filled with hope, despair, and plenty of determination. On this particular morning, my family and I took our time dressing in our best clothes. We believed the ceremony to be a milestone of our stay in Toronto and wished to honour it well dressed.
The building in which the ceremony took place is like any other in Toronto: tall and faceless. We entered it and took the elevator up to the designated floor where we found the room easily. People were milling around the corridors waiting for the event to begin. Some were alone while others were chatting quietly with family members. When it was time, we all took our seats and listened to the judge that addressed us. He stressed the honour that was being given to us; and shared with us his own experience of becoming Canadian. I remember the ceremony ending with us all swearing allegiance to the Queen and then singing “O Canada” for the first time as Canadian citizens. We pinned the small Canadian flag we received onto our jackets and went to celebrate this milestone in an adjoining room with our new fellow Canadians.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: honour)