My Chinese friend had just arrived back in China after her first trip to America, her first experience in a Western country. She came to my home for a visit, as she had done many times before. But there was something different about this time, as if she looked at me and my home with a whole new perspective.
In the middle of telling me all about her travels, she paused, looked at me for a moment, and then she said it.
“You sacrifice a lot to come here for us.”
Her words caught me off guard. I swallowed hard, blinking at the sudden wetness in my eyes.
I stammered to find a response. Part of me felt I should brush off her praise. What we do? It’s no big deal.
But to say that would deny the fact that her words felt like a balm. Someone that I came here for acknowledged the price I pay to come. I don’t know why I needed to hear those words, but I did.