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Going back to visit my family after three days
was nerve wrecking for both my husband and me.
We weren't sure how my family would react.
We were mostly nervous about my mom.

The first night back was quite sad for me.
My mom had went out of town and
my dad was at my older sister Kaosua's place.
My sister-in-law cooked some very yummy fry rice.
My husband and I spent the night in my twin bed.
I remember it wasn't the most comfortable night.

My mom was home the next day.
I don't know if she came home after I went to bed
or she came home early that morning.

She didn't wake me up like she would usually do.
I don't know why it surprised me then.
Obviously, she wouldn't want to knock on my door
to wake me up because it would also wake up my husband.

At the time I was sad because
I felt that her attitude had changed and
that she was treating me like an outsider.

When it was time to come back home
my mom was crying and it teared my heart apart.

She told me that the pain she have was similar to
when she lost her mother. She was alone and sad.
She felt lost and blind without me.

Being the last daughter to marry sucks.