I Miss My Family.

Once his visa was approved my strong and courageous father moved to the US with nothing but 100 dollars in his pocket. He didnt speak the language, and he didnt know a single soul. He brought over my mother and two older siblings and soon after I was born. Him and my incredible mother build their way up to having a house 4 cars and a restaurant. My dad petitioned for residency every year but our pathetic government doesnt care about the human species just the dollar bills so he was continuously rejected until his time was up. My two siblings and my parents had to move back to Venezuela a month before my 17th birthday when I graduated and I have had to hold my own ever since.

My mom is an angel. She has healing hands, she worked as a wound tech and got endless thank you notes and cards. She would tell me that her hands would heat up sometimes and wounds would just improve almost overnight. She loved Christmas time with the lights and the carols playing on the radio, snow covered ground.
My dad was a hero. He could fix anything and everything if he had enough time to just look at it. He would shovel the snow in shorts and a t-shirt and I never, ever, saw him get sick.

With snow covering the ground and Christmas carol's playing I just can't seem to contain my hurt for their absence. &&I even struggle calling them because I just miss them more after we talk. I don't know how to handle it. I hate the government for taking them from me.