When my uncle visited me, I beseeched him to ask my husband what was causing the delay in taking us to England. Did he not want us to be there with him? Did he not care about me? Forget about me. What about our daughter? She’s growing up without her father. She did not know what her father looked like or what it was like to have a father. Is that what he wanted?
His absence from his own child’s life was not a good thing and I am sure the consequences of this will be far greater than one could imagine. I sobbed incessantly for some help in getting myself and my daughter over to the UK. We were an estranged family and I had to try to unite us, once and for all.
My uncle kindly agreed and his words gave me words of hope that carried me during the days and nights of never-ending waiting.
Sentimental Journeys 
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