At times, I really wish my mom would go on more of those training where she’s not allow to call home. Like when she went to basic training, the only thing I got during that period was a long hand-written letter, the first I’ve gotten since coming to the U.S which was nice.

Unfortunately, I was only 16 then. I had school, I couldn’t drive, and I happened to live extremely close to my mom’s substitute eyes and ears who could rush over in a split second if they detected something was wrong. Not that I didn’t appreciate the concern but I just felt like I was lacking the freedom to go places.

But I’m almost 24 now, I got my own jobs and a car. Don’t I get to some of that freedom? No, unfortunately. As long as my mom is allow to have internet or use a cell phone, my freedom will be taken away. That is exactly why I wish she would go to one of those training.

Not that I won’t miss her, I can just get out of this rut where the closest place I can go is the park. Without anyone checking up on me, I can go to farther places like Park City, a place I’ve been dying to go again. The last time I went was New Year’s Day, 2009. It was cold freezing and snowy. The slanted streets were wet and slippery, not to mention the puddles of water that could potentially splash onto me. If I go again, it would be on a hot summer day where it would remain cool as a cucumber in Park City.