I've missed home ever since we left. My son does too, and would sometimes throw tantrums as he beg for us to go back to the shelter he's been used to. Whenever he cries crazy because of homesickness, I feel a twitch in my heart. I feel guilt. I feel insufficient. I feel more sad. Maybe this is what I wanted, a family of my own. But sometimes, I feel like I've sacrificed my son's comfort and happiness for mine... I really hope I'm wrong.
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