I brought my sons to UK as a single mother from Zambia in the noughties. Like many on here, I was heartbroken when they left for Uni and other adventures on their gap years. Last year they all returned to UK and rented a house together and found jobs. I was overjoyed. However, they have all decided this life is not for them and are now all leaving again to go back to Zambia, with jobs in Canada and elsewhere in Europe. In a way, it is worse than the first time round. I am literally walking around my house in a daze, looking at all the 'stuff' they have returned because they do not need it anymore. The house keys they have returned, the home wares they were so proud of last year when they set up their own 'nest'.. I feel utterly devastated as this time round, I know it is for good. Heart broken all over again. How could this still be? They are 24, 26 and 31!