An immigrant dream....

All of us ( I mean the class students) are from different countries from all over the world. Coming to the United States we scarified a lot and also faced up a lot. Some of us left all families and friends back in our native countries. Not everyone has the same chances to go back and visit them also.Sometimes we do not see our families for months and even years like for example me. I haven't seen my family and best friends from Poland for three years and a half. Sometimes I feel like I can't take it anymore especially when I know how much my mother and my siblings miss me. It is really heartbreaking. What makes me feel good and go back with my thoughts back in Poland are my dreams. At least 3 to 4 times a week I dream about Poland and my whole family and friends back there. In my dreams I can see everything like it was yesterday and everybody. I see the places, my room, my house , and I remember every detail there. That is magical and it always make me feel good and not to forget about the place where I am from. I believe that you guys have the same dreams, and it is good to have them. They keep that harmony in our hearts.