A morbid beginning, but I think from a young age, I learned what death meant; I learned how much our lives were structured around this moment; I learned that you needed people, I learned the importance of family, I learned the feeling of loving and giving, hurting and not receiving, but also the power of being the example you wanted. I know life gets busy, I know showing up at family events and helping out feels like you give more than you get in return, and I know being there feels useless at times...

Living abroad where all the people are of one culture, who have an established country, and a cohesive civilization between the same borders, people often don't understand nor even fathom, what it is like to not have a country of your own.

It's like: always feeling like a stranger in the country you were born in.
It's like: getting excited at the sight of a familiar skin tone when you're in public.
It's like: your heart breathing fresh air when you hear the same tongue at the most unexpected times--which is--most times.