Take a shot.

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"Take a shot", that's what my parent told me when I ask them that I would like to go back home. Before I went here in a foreign land. I had a one time, five minutes goodbye crying, with my mom. We are not really use to talk about saying goodbyes but that one time was my mom's time so it happened. She told me things that a daugther needs before she go out from her parent. And that moment made me cry too and I can't help it. I am very strong before I left my home town but the more I stays here I am getting weaker and weaker, emotionally. There were times that "what if's" syndrome are killing me, inside. What if my parents got sick and nobody would help them. What if I died. What if I was raped by someone. What if I cannot find a better job. So I decided to ask my parents that I would like to go back home. And they told me that I should try to work and take a shot. So I guess I'll take it a shot. I've decided to stop worrying and make a plan that I would only stays here for one to two years. Until I have savings enough to go back home and buy something special for my parents. I know that my parents really love me and they would love me to go back home but they have to say that, for me to gain my confidence. And find my own ways. I'll find my way to go back home. I love my nanay (mom) and tatay (dad) all my heart.