When I moved from my home country, I’d cry many nights pondering on the thought, should I go back home or should I stay. Nothing takes your breath away like the thought of sitting alone and watching the sunset in your front yard or going to the beaches and watch as the calm- soothing red water stares at the sky.  You don’t understand it until you have felt it.

I’ve missed home so much until I went back last year and craved to come back. It was sad to see how my country struggles with a lot of human-created disasters, domestic violence, child abuse, animal abuse, robberies, murders, and much more. I know all country suffers from these, but with a population of less than a million, you couldn’t understand the pressure it puts on the good people there.

But in all that I still had a moment of sublime, where my breath was taken away, where I did not care about all those evils in the world, I only saw the moment as it was because it involved the people that matter most, “family”.