I remember the first time I saw the roller-coaster. I was scared – terrified even. You asked me to face my fears. You sat next to me and held my hand. I closed my eyes as the roller-coaster started its ascent. You stroked my hair and told me to open them. You said that by closing one’s eyes, the fear wouldn’t go away. You promised that you’d always be with me as I face my fears. I hope you are proud of me now, ma. I just hope you’d be with me once I get back home to face my new mother.