sometimes life is just difficult to grasp. i guess i never tried much to think about how we all end up where we do. one of the girls from work is from africa. so its always interesting for me to stand around and talk to her. shes not much of a talker, but over the past few months shes opened up a lot more. turns out she, for the first time in 14 years, saw her mother. i guess its a long and complicated story, but growing up her father told her lies about where her mother had gone, when they had divorced. eventually she found out they divorced but never saw her. i guess the other day, an uncle of hers who lives in the states and helped sponsor her to come to america for school, flew back to africa to find her mother. and he emailed pictures to her. she brought them in to work. i was floored. there stood her mother. and apperantly a brother and a sister shes never known. in what looks like fucking National Geographiclike Africa. some small village. like seriously in a jungle. it was so breath taking. and in a sense so stupifying. i couldnt imagine being her. i couldnt imagine not seeing my mother in 14 years... not knowing i had brothers and sisters. and not even knowing if my own mother was alive or dead. she seemed kind of shell shocked about it too. things like that make you wonder about this world. how that kind of thing happens. but it does. and its infuckingcredible.