Here's my story:

On April 5, 1995, I moved from the United States to Colombia.  My mom took me to the airport that morning, and I was already crying.  I was excited to be moving to a new country and starting a new life with my husband, but I was also very sad to be leaving my mom behind.  I had been living with my parents for the past 8 months while getting ready for the move, and it was very difficult to leave. 

At the airport my mom went to the gate with me (this was before the tight security of the new milennium!), and she sat with me holding my hand and crying with me as we waited for the airplane to board.  When I finally had to get on the plane, I waved to her from the jetway, and by the time I got into the plane I was sobbing miserably.  When I got to my seat, one of the flight attendants came to me to ask me what was wrong and if she could help, and I couldn't even talk to her because I was crying so hard. 

It was a long day, but I eventually made it to Cali, and my husband greeted me at the airport.  My suitcases didn't get there until two days later, which made me even more sad.  I've been in Cali for 16 years, and I still cry every time I leave my mom.  Not as hard as that first time, but I always cry a little.

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