My daring moments have become turning points. Where I made decision that changed the course of my entire life. It was just over a year ago when my grandma told me that my mother and her husband were coming home. I was delighted to see them, since I hadn't seen my mom in person for the last seven years. Yes, seven years. Aside from occasional photos and frequent phone calls, our contact was limited. My relationship with my mother was beyond any other mother-daughter relationship. I still remember when I was filled with anxiety over finally seeing my mother. I had speculations about her. Mental imagery showed us sharing joyous times and fun activities together. I felt scared, but at the same time very happy. I was so excited I could feel my heart thumping against my chest. One day, my mother and her companion finally came home. I was so happy to see my mother. She was different from the pictures I had. On that day, I was able to move in with my mom in the city. At the time I had graduated from elementary school and was starting grade seven. Since that day everything began to change. It was fine living in with my mother and my sister, I felt like I had fulfilled my dream of having a complete family. Even though my step dad had to go back to Canada and get back to work, we were still happy. I did get used to having a new life, new friends, new school. New everything. I was still able to see my grandparents and cousins since I was mature enough to travel back home where they were. I really missed my grandmother who had I treated like a mother for my entire life. Maybe it was because my mother and I didn’t really get along. I was halfway through grade seven when my mom gave me the news. She said she had to fix some papers and after that we could immigrate to Canada. At first, I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was just a kind of joke. And if it wasn’t just a joke,they must know I wouldn’t go, because of all of the things that had