Thank you all for your prayers and wishes.

It came true, after 7.5 years.

It has been six hours since the immigration guy announced that I am officially a permanant resident of USA. I am still having trouble registering the good news. I am finally free after seven years of confinement. Free. Free. Free. It feels so good to NOT worry about tomorrow. It feels so good to know that everyday can be as boring as hell...because that would mean that I am content with my life. There is nothing for me to cry over now. I have forgotten the feeling of being free and worry-less for such a long time that its sudden invasion is making me a little too overwhelmed.

I am going back to see my beloved family, friends and country.

There is still a sense of insecruity. I worry about "the balance of universe." With something fantastic happening right now, does it mean something bad is going to happen to me again? If that's the case, I hope nothing had happened today. Mom has been coughing a lot for the past few months. The doctor suggested that she should go get her lungs scanned. My grandpa died of lung disease. This is what bugs me. I hope "balancing the universe" theory is just bull crap.

I looked up at my mom's face in the room when the immigration guy said, "Congratulations." She was in a daze.
My mom, the greatest mom in the world. *speechless*
I have never seen mom so happy for a long time.
I have never seen her smile from pure happniess in almost a decade.
I have never seen mom so content.
Because she is, I am.

And I thank God for everything he has given me in my life. Thank you for holding my hand throughout these years.