or maybe she was crazy.

You often hear the story go something like this. Your great great grandmother was so brave. She got on a boat at 15 and never saw her family again. Just so you could live here and have this life.

Okay, but…

Also maybe she was crazy. Why the hell did she leave her family to come to America to work her ass off and meet a man who died of black lung disease from working his ass off to eventually get enough money to buy a shitty house and have kids who had kids who had kids who are marginally (at best but mostly likely not) happier than their third cousins that still live in the country she came from?

Why the hell did she ever leave her family for that?