I Left…

I left.
The warmth of my mother’s hands.
The comfort of my father’s words.
The deep secrets with my sister.
The joints with my brother.

I left.
I never looked back.
I never complained.
I never thought again.

I left.
I miss them.
I care for them.
I fear their condition.

But the most worst of all is,
I left
And I never returned.

This is what we do.
We choose dying for nation
Over living with family.