it’s heart breaking to live so far away from the rest of my family. i see photos and messages and love through my screen while i stare green with envy at every little thing they share. i miss them terribly yet cannot enjoy being there because of how isolated i feel. a bile rises.
i was “adaptive and flexible” to different people but just never knew who i was. i painfully miss my foreign friends but can i replicate perfectly who i pretended to be with them? crappy lies and exaggerations of every foreign experience to excuse feelings of loneliness.
i will never be enough to my immigrated mother. i am the failure dragging her across the sea keeping her from euphoria. to be perfect to her would be a mirror of everyone she left behind to give me a window of opportunity. i hope she’s proud of me one day.
i know that once the elders of my family pass so will my involvement. i have barley any cousins and the ones i have were always older and far away. my children will have no aunts uncles or cousins. my only hope is one day they feel connected to them for more than accomplishments.
it’s heart breaking to live so far away from the rest of my family. i see photos and messages and love through my screen while i stare green with envy at every little thing they share. i miss them terribly yet cannot enjoy being there because of how isolated i feel. a bile rises.