We economic migrants, moving far from our families for the sake of employment, find ourselves cut off from traditional forms of support.
On those days when we think to ourselves, “I really need a break from my children!” there is no grandparent or sibling near at hand to provide respite.
As for friends? We’re all in the same boat, all of us worn out, worn down, thinking the same thing. But this is the way of life of the apparently educated, who settle wherever they find work.
I suppose we made this world for ourselves. We had been married a decade before these kids came into our lives. We’re late coming to terms with these realities.
Last modified: 15 January 2023
