My father gave my brother and me small luggages to carry, and we walked out and stood on the driveway waiting for our mother to come out, and when my mother finally came out, she had our baby sister in one arm, a huge duffel bag in the other, and tears were streaming down both her cheeks.
پدرم به من و برادرم چمدونای کوچکی داد و ما رفتیم بیرون و تو ورودی ایستادیم منتظر مادرمون که بیاد بیرون، و وقتی مامان بالاخره بیرون اومد خواهرم رو تو یه دست داشت و یه ساک تو دست دیگه، و اشک از گونه هاش جاری بود.