I looked out the airport window as I said goodbye to my parents for the last time. They had left for the United States in search of better jobs, while I was left with the biggest responsibility of my life: managing things around the house while they were away. As I watched the plane take off into the sky, tears began to roll down my cheeks, nerve signals began to flow through my brain making me immediately notice the smell of people's perfumes, the hum of the air conditioner, the chatter of the crowd while they greeted and kissed their loved ones, the luggage rollers dragged the polished floors... everything around was exaggerated. I didn't know when my parents would return, but knowing that they trusted me, I had to show them that I could handle things while they were gone. It seemed like yesterday when I had no reason to care in the world but myself, and now I realized that I could show my parents that what they thought of me wasn't true, that I could handle any situation thrown at me wherever I was. I am. Right at that moment, I knew I was alone. No family or friends to rely on, boo...