I can see a lot of planes flying over the sky everyday as the houses here are usually one-storey in high. I love sky and flying since my childhood. I like the sense that I am being above the ground without my feet touching it. I even had a dream to become an "AIR HOSTESS". In my little brain, I think planes as the things taking people to their destinies. That's great!!! I like watching planes flying and movies concerned with planes and air-line staffs. Arriving here in States brings me a lot of changes. This is one of my obvious changes that when I see planes I don't feel like what I used to have. I dare not watch them. I hate those things that I had sat for nearly 24 hours and crying some time. Seeing them makes me nauseate ( always thinking that those things will take me away from my beloved ones). I want to cry like a child being left and yelling at them "Hey, wait me, I'm here and please take me to my home." Though that's what I want to be...I'm trying my best to overcome this situation. I really wish to fly again with JOY to the place where I can be with my beloved one. Miss you all so much.
With Love,
Vicky
