A Brief

I grew up hearing stories of my mom jumping a plane to Hawaii with her four year old son, leaving her family to find life outside of the small archipelago of Tonga. It was the little boy who revealed to my mom that maybe more did exist on the other side of the sea.

I’m guessing it was nothing like the American college experience. At first, freshman welcome showed promising allure for the next four years of your life, but when shit starts to hit the fan, a round trip flight back home remedies the depression. This is not what it was like for my mom, I suppose.

The unsurity of the next step while keeping in mind that another life is in your hands.

No one said adulthood would be easy.

A Tongan mother’s journey met at the fork – what will she choose?

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