Leaving, and Being Left

by Laura on July 17, 2010

The taxi drove away today, and the wails erupted.

The car pulled from view,  and I was left with three sobbing children on the street corner of my Asian neighborhood.


I tell the story {and talk about the struggle of living away from family} here . . .

{Sorry the last two sentences of the video cut off, and my hair is totally messed up now, so I can’t re-do it.   Essentially, I end my 3-minute chat by saying, “Be encouraged, and play your puzzle piece well,” and “Love you Dad and Mom.”}

What has been YOUR hardest goodbye?

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