Two and half years had passed since I’d seen any member of my family. The anticipation of being with them again was so great I could concentrate on nothing else as the shifting sea slapped against the ship.
If you’ve been there, you understand how the initial shock of rejection tosses you into a sea of uncertainty. You flail to stay afloat, but fear and frustration pull you under. You can’t see anything except the chaotic fog in your face as you inwardly scream, “What’s going to happen to me?”
A few years ago, I moved to China with my husband and daughter, leaving behind our two college aged sons. What was supposed to be a new experience and great adventure quickly morphed into misery.