My mother was born and raised in Indonesia.
She was 18 when she met my father and fell in love with him.
Love turned into marriage, and soon afterwards she left her home country for Europe.
My mother would be taking care of my brother and I, while my dad was working.
I know that it's been difficult for her.
She had to raise two children by herself. In an unfamiliar country, without speaking the language.
With my dad being away from home most of the time, my mother ended up teaching us a lot of the Indonesian ways in life.
But my brother and I grew up. We went to a dutch school. A dutch college. Had dutch friends.
And before we knew it, we spend most of our life living in the Netherlands.
She was 18 when she met my father and fell in love with him.
Love turned into marriage, and soon afterwards she left her home country for Europe.
My mother would be taking care of my brother and I, while my dad was working.
I know that it's been difficult for her.
She had to raise two children by herself. In an unfamiliar country, without speaking the language.
With my dad being away from home most of the time, my mother ended up teaching us a lot of the Indonesian ways in life.
But my brother and I grew up. We went to a dutch school. A dutch college. Had dutch friends.
And before we knew it, we spend most of our life living in the Netherlands.
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