Immigrant guilt

Or how love wins every time

Photo by Ivan Shimko on Unsplash

“When are you coming home? We haven’t seen you in at least six months.”

“I was home for 10 days just two months ago.”

“Feels like it’s been more than that.”

A conversation I have in circles with my parents and my grandma. A conversation that breaks my heart over and over again. A conversation that is actually…