Most of us have parents that weren’t born here. Perhaps many themselves weren’t born here either. How much can one yearn to leave this country? To leave this place in which drams of education and wealth have blossomed throughout generations of immigrants and children? What if the time to leave is right around the corner and you have no decision in the outcome? My parents await patiently for the time in which I’ll accept that. Yet, how can they ask of me to willingly leave when my whole future, education, friends, and overall life exist here and not in another country? I don’t know if it’s selfish or not, but I never know how to respond when they suddenly question if I’m ready to move or not. It hurts because I know that they’re ready, but I’m not. I’m holding them back. They won’t let me forget that and I don’t feel capable or strong enough to blame them. I can withstand another house, but not another country. It’s true that the majority of my family isn’t even living in New York, in exception to a few uncles/aunts and cousins. However, it is not a simple thing to love somebody you’ve barely met for the sole reason that you share the same blood with them. They can’t ask anyone to do that, but that’s my personal perspective. I always struggle with making decisions and I don’t want to be afraid of what will happen in the future, yet everyone always is, and that’s fine. There’s nothing inhumane about it. So for now, I want to be allowed to be selfish and continue staying here for as much as I can without pushing myself to think about leaving.