Eversince i'm a child i've always dream of going to US, and i thought that dream will never happen, so i stopped dreaming about it. But faith gave me a chance to fulfill my dream. My husband found work in California and he's leaving by the end of the year. By February, me and my son will follow. But yesterday, i woke up in my ecstacy of happiness when we went to the airport to accompany my sister-in-law, usually i dont go to the airport , because of the feeling of sending somebody you love is hard. When i looked at the departure area, the feeling of loneliness struck me, i got tears in my eyes. There and then i felt i dont want to go to US, and the feeling of leaving somebody you love is heart breaking.