There are very few words or actions that can give comfort. There are times when comfort is not what one needs. There are times when words don't really matter. There are times when words won't and can't help.
In 1982, I immigrated to the USA with my parents. After 17 years in Nigeria, they decided that they wanted to live a better life. I remember my elation when my father told me we were moving to America. I was 12. I was excited. I had hopes and dreams that I knew would come true in this country. After all, America is where you could be anything you wanted to be. America was were everyone went to realize their dreams.
This isn't my dream. Someone wake me up... please. Later.