You begin to distance yourself from your parents. You call them regularly when you first go there. You are expected to manage everything on your own in this strange land. You long for the comforting sound of your mother’s voice and the bells of the pressure cooker. You are a while for familiarity.
Then you get comfort in long distance. Classes, homework, and internships for international students keep you busy. You rapidly come to the realization that everyone is running and that you will fall behind if you don’t run. Everyone is certainly evaluating your performance in comparison to theirs. There are no daily calls. Additionally, the time difference is a difficulty
These days, the calls occur every week. You call to inform them know you’re okay and that you’ve consumed some food. You have no idea what’s going on in their world. You are conscious of your mother’s nightly pains for you and your sister’s stress over her tests.
You’ve finished it at last. You have a job. You promptly give your parents a call to notify them. They are satisfied and proud. However, you don’t succeed to hear the real plea for you to come back. You have determined to overlook it.
This land is now your home. You now require living in the same country that was weird and frightful two years ago. However, your parents did not accompany you on this journey. Where you applied to live, they still do.
They have no understanding of how this world works. They even consider some things unreasonable. You know how far separate they are every time you talk to them. The distance between the person you are now and you’re past self.
