“I don’t understand! It’s been years.. almost 3 years! But you still don’t want to go home! When are you going home? When I am already old?! When I am dying-“
“Mom! Don’t say that!”
“Or do you even have a plan to go home?! You don’t even want us to visit you! Darling, we miss you! Please go home!” my Mom said with teary eyes.
I sighed. Yes it’s been years..and honestly, I miss my family too. But I am having a fun time here, I am enjoying my stay here in New Zealand..It’s like I really have a new life..and I am really happy.
Happy for real, like I have already buried the bad memories from the past, and have finally accepted that my baby is already in heaven.
Picking up the broken pieces of me had never easy, so when I was able to build myself again, it was the best thing that happened
