Some days, my guilt of having left country and family, of not living up to a promise made to a teen-aged self, rises to the surface. I have my own rationalisations, and over video calls my parents tell me the choice I made was the right one for me and my family. Still, some days I think of what-might-have-beens and what-could-bes.

You might be right, but it's not as clear-cut as you make it to be.