A Mother’s Sacrifice I am a mother of three; my eldest is 11 and my youngest 2 and half month old. I left them in my home country and I came here to work and give them better life. A mother’s sacrifice. People say I am strong woman because I can live far away from them. But in reality, they just don’t know how much tears I shed at night when I think of home and family. I’m good in hiding what I feel, but once I'm alone, I let go of my emotions and cry. It’s the way I know which can lessen the burden of longing and homesickness. I will not tell anyone I cried but then I can’t deny a thing because my bulging eyes will tell everything. God is really amazing. He made tears colorless, otherwise if the tears are colored, our pillows would have been stained. And thanks to the pillow, the sole witness to what we feel, the one who unconditionally listens to our woes and the one who willingly accepts all the punches and squeezes we give.