Just an intense night after immigration
I am sitting on my coach, and tears are in my eyes. Suddenly, I felt so sad, maybe lonely? I missed my sister and my mom. I talked with them on a video call today. We laughed and talked. But I just miss their hug. I need to be touched, you know? The other day, I read something very accurate on Twitter from a Persian girl living outside the country. The gist was: “Touch me! I have forgotten how to be touched after immigration. Here, I can only do handshakes.… Read More »Just an intense night after immigration