Me : 

Mom : I don’t want to be here either. Not anymore. You’re at the age where you’re supposed to go out and live life. You’re just like a bird, all caged up. It’s not fair.

Me : ...I know.

Mom : I’m sorry sweetie. I’m going to forever apologize. For taking away your childhood, your memories, your happy life and your opportunities. It’s all my fault. & I’m never going to forgive myself for that. I shouldn’t have brought you to this awful country in the first place.

Me : * Throat tightens, chest compresses, eyes burn. *