At the end of the letter, it said, “I forwarded some money into your bank account that your mother told me about that you can use in the U.S.”
Suddenly, I had the urge to get out of this small flat so I carefully put the letter back into the envelope, placed it inside my jacket pocket and stepped out.
I stood there, all alone in this great metropolis called Manhattan but was suddenly filled with this warmth, the love that spanned across the world, this sense of unity. This sense that I was not alone.
I kept walking and found myself at the Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. I took a seat at my usual spot.
I took out my father’s letter once again from the pocket and poured over each word on the page.
While doing this, I kept taking my eyes off the page to look up, to stop this warm feeling from taking over me. Once I finished, I let out a big sigh, carefully folded the page along with this well of emotions, put it carefully between my hands, letting my head down, as though to pray.
Then they came, one drop, two. Tears started rolling down my cheeks, along my neck. The flood gate was open. I started bawling, hands that held the letter, shaking.
What am I doing here? I came to the U.S. without a care in the world. No doubt I was serious about this, but I simply left my parents behind and flew away to the other side of the world, to do what? How insensitive a son am I? Thinking only about myself, completely self-absorbed? I felt so pathetic and angry that I started punching the ground, again and again.

“Are you ok?”
A woman kindly approached me, seeing how lost and upset I looked. I took a deep breath before I could answer. “I’m fine, thank you.”
She stood by me but suddenly came closer and put her hand on my shoulder and said,
“When you want to cry, just let it all out. But don’t hurt yourself. Now unclench your fist.” She took my bruised hand and said, “Hands are for holding them with others, not for punching the ground. Come tomorrow and everything will be anew,” and left.
Come tomorrow and everything will be anew. I was literally saved by those words. That’s right. I should just live anew.
I stood up, brushed the dust and sand off the back of my favorite sweatpants.
Let me take a crack at that vision, one more time. Yup, I’m gonna find my very own vision and live it.
I called out in my heart, dad, oh dad.