The day I was leaving country, I asked myself,
Would I return again?
Would I see your mountains and valleys?
Would I smell your sky?
Would I taste your delicious fruits and pastries?

I cried my eyes out that day,
And every day as I remember why I left my native land.
Why did you become so violent and unfair?
Why did you corrupt all systems in my precious land?
Why did you abandon your people?

Answers arrived years later,
Another land was waiting for me,
One family was on the making.
One mission was coming up,
One book was waiting to be written!

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