"Little girl, I'm sorry to hear what you have been through and it would be committing a crime to send you back to your past. I wish you good luck in the future". After countless battles with the judge and the jury we finally got our legal rights as residents of USA. I still cry when I think of that day.
If it wasn't for my father, I would not be where I am now. He gave me courage throughout my life, pushed me as hard as he could so I could experience success among the other painful feelings. He has suffered as much as I have, or probably more. Sometimes I place myself in his shoes and I wonder how terrible it is to be away from your daughter for three months, living in constant fear, tasting your tears night and day, hoping and praying that the kidnappers will not harm your daughter, and return her home safe.
I was 6 years old when they took me away from my father. It was the time when communism was reaching its end in Albania, and democracy was knocking on our door. Many people, with their newfound-freedom, exploded like a bunch of criminals escaping from prison. They were greedy and hungry for money. And among the other victims, there I was, my head covered with a black piece of cloth and a rope in my mouth. The only thing I remember from the experience is asking God why was he doing this to me, and what did my father and I do to deserve this?
After three months I was back into my daddy's arms again. Years went by and my father and I became almost inseparable. I worked really hard in school and always got straight A's just to...