They thought I was not thinking practically and I was in a fairy land. It was difficult for me to answer questions like, “Have you lost your senses?” As I mentioned earlier, I was not aware of what my future would look like? I did not even have a clue as to what field I wanted to major in after going to the United States. However, one thing that I could never stand was that my relatives always criticized my parents that they were not doing justice by giving me freedom. In spite of that, my parents always said that they trusted me and they believed that their daughter would prove herself and shut everyone’s mouth. This moment raised the value and respect that I had for my parents in my eyes. The first step in my journey was getting my visa. It is not easy and common in India for a student to be approved for a visa, so in my culture it was considered a big achievement to get the U.S. visa. Though, that day being very important to me, my relatives and friends did not wish me luck. I was disheartened as they have always showered blessings for every little success in my life, but that day they refused to support me. At that instance, I thought of revoking my idea to go to the U.S. as I was too attached to them and could not accept their
They thought I was not thinking practically and I was in a fairy land. It was difficult for me to answer questions like, “Have you lost your senses?” As I mentioned earlier, I was not aware of what my future would look like? I did not even have a clue as to what field I wanted to major in after going to the United States. However, one thing that I could never stand was that my relatives always criticized my parents that they were not doing justice by giving me freedom. In spite of that, my parents always said that they trusted me and they believed that their daughter would prove herself and shut everyone’s mouth. This moment raised the value and respect that I had for my parents in my eyes. The first step in my journey was getting my visa. It is not easy and common in India for a student to be approved for a visa, so in my culture it was considered a big achievement to get the U.S. visa. Though, that day being very important to me, my relatives and friends did not wish me luck. I was disheartened as they have always showered blessings for every little success in my life, but that day they refused to support me. At that instance, I thought of revoking my idea to go to the U.S. as I was too attached to them and could not accept their