"won't you miss her?", i am asked. "won't you worry?"
i will miss her, yes: of course i will. and i will worry. but i have raised her to follow her dreams, and if her dreams mean crossing oceans, and she crosses oceans, then i have done what i was meant to do.
mine is a mother's love.
it is as powerful, and as neverending, as tides, and time itself.