I emigrate to Bulgaria from Vietnam when I was still a toddler. Being an asian in an Easter European country wasn't really easy. As I was growing, in a different culture, country and atmosphere as a very frustrated young man, my father moved back to Vietnam, leaving my mom, my little sister and myself alone. Life without my dad was really hard, and the only time when our family could afford to be together is every summer for about one month. This year my sister went to the States to live her American dream, my dad hasn't seen her since last summer, and he won't be able to see her this year as she is living and working in the USA and for the month he was here, I could see the sorrow and pain in his eyes. The time flies, and the month too...my dad was on his way back to Vietnam again. As I was travelling in the car back home from the airport after his departure suddenly it started to rain. I stopped and suddenly started to watch closely to the raindrops hitting the window of the car. The raindrop itself reminds me of a family, it falls from the sky like a heavens gift. Everything is beautiful with all it's ups and downs, but when the time hits, it separates into pieces and every little drop of that big drop goes it ways.