The woman who I love. She was only about five feet tall and seems not more than 100 pounds. I shall never forget that day she came with me to the airport. “Do you really want to go?” She said. Maybe it was just my hallucination. I saw the pure water from her black eyes that reflected my face. I was so afraid I will stay because this tear touched my heart. “Yes, maybe just few years” I said. Honestly, I was not sure. The American dream has been stayed in my heart many years. If I would not go this time, I might never have the chance to travel abroad. It was a hard choice and that was the reason I did not want her come with me to this airport. I gained ground, and looked the window outside that were so many airplanes in the sky. During my past thirty year ages, I never watched sky so clearly in my life. Born in 1986, I finished my graduate degree and worked for smartphone products in a technology company. Was it a good life? I am not sure. At least I thought I was not a loser in this world. Was the life really what I want? The answer is maybe, because I do not know the answer. Sometimes we do not have to plan too detailed. Once we thought too clearly about the risk, we would lacking enough courage to face fear. “It is time.” I said. I checked my passport and tickets, and try to avoid eyes contact with her. I remembered that day was a shining day with blue sky and white cloud. It was very different experience compare with when I traveled to other countries for fun. “I will send you message when I arrive to America.” I said. When I took a seat on the plane, I know I cannot turn around anymore. Sometimes we call it “Life.” I listened the plane engine sound and closed my eyes. Trying did not think about any images from my mother. She might cry lonely after I go, she might hope I can have a good development in America, or she might wish I can go back as soon as possible. I will never know the answer what she thought in that moment. The sky still shined, I through the window to watch my country. The whole view likes a drawing picture and was so vividly. It became smaller than smaller, and same as my mother’s sound in my heart.