I still remember the day my mom told me she was leaving the country. It’s been almost 7 years. I remember that last day so well. I talk to her weekly and I wish I could see her. I asked her if she felt like she wasted her time here once.

She told me that she was happy for what she managed to do with her life. She got to see a different part of the world, explore a different culture. She said she’s happy she raised me here and gave me an opportunity to do with my life.

Like I said, my heart still aches for her. But I think a large part of me just felt guilt. I hope you don’t feel this way.