My grandma was the first of us to devise our emigration plan.

She was also the first of us to be buried in a foreign land.

Will her ghost stay here with our new generation, will she roam alone?

Or will her ghost rest with our ancestors and find her way back home?

I didn’t realize I was the first of us to be born here when I was younger.

Maybe we’ll make a new land to live in where the footprints of ghosts linger.