Once I arrived in the US, I started thinking about meeting my mother for the first time in 13 years. I started having very, very strong feelings. I was nervous, excited, and so happy. When we got to the house, my mom was coming out from the house and the first thing I saw were her tears falling down her cheeks. She hugged me very hard, I hugged her too, and she looked to my eyes and she said, “Look how big you have grown.”
I started crying too. Now I feel good by being with my mother. Being with my mom, I feel happy because we are getting to know each other. It was hard at first because we were learning about each other and our emotions. I’m trying to be a good son so she can be proud of me.