The second home feeling.. In a way I know what you mean the only difference is I don't feel close to the country I was born. For sure this has to do with the you-are-not-welcome-attitude I had to face during my childhood although no one used the word 'discrimination' back then it was discrimination on a way higher level I hear people yell about today.

We met as I felt unwelcome and lost on Steemit and for sure that was a good thing. We had fun back then 😁

Just like those doctors I admire how you sacrificed yourself, your life, gave up on your child to give a demanding guy and family a good life. That is not me, I would never do that working myself to death while others fill their pockets and dump me in a country far away from home to make sure they will not see me.

On the other hand if I would go I would stop sending money. If people don't want, love and respect me the last thing I would do is secure their lives. No land, house, computers and studies paid by me.

I believe that a man too lazy to work is not only bad for the economy and family but his attitude is rewarded (exploitment of women/people is forbidden although slavery happens and everyone rather remains blind for it).

I hope one day, there will be a moment we can feel and both say that we had a good life, that the hardships helped us to survive and made all those dark hours easier to get through. By now we have a huge life experience unlike many. That must be good for something.

Don't forget to pamper yourself and remember a true friend stays and doesn't dump you for someone else.

Take care of yourself and if no one hugs you remember you have a friend not nearby but she's there if you feel the warm sunlight or a warm breeze of the wind and even the sand of the desert blows inside again and you clean it up (or not) you can smile because someone thinks of you.

Take it easy
🤗🍀♥️ to you
Blessed be