creative essay- 15 years later

"I'm sorry. I miss you a lot, too. Good night, mom."
I hung up the phone with deep breath. Stressed out, tired of being alone. It
has been four years since I started working in New York as a diplomat. 15 years ago,when I first had a dream to be a diplomat, I thought about fancy receptions, full of pride, high name value. I believed everything will work out well, always happy. However, now I understand why previous diplomats say that being diplomat is not that happy as much you imagine about. To be frank with, it's quite lonely and oppressive to be alone in foreign country. Here, New York is the first place that I began my career. I have several meetings and conferences per day, not enough time to ponder about whether I'm really happy about this job or not. I feel difficulties in marriage, too. I'm not sure about my family could endure adapting in multiple times of moving and changing the surroundings. My parents worry about me that I won't marry forever, but actually I don't marry at all. I think I can do my task freely without family.
Tomorrow, I have important international conference in Empire-State building. I hope I can make an agreement on the agenda about development of ASEAN since Japan fell into double-deep economic depression. Ambassader asked me to solve this problem effectively because I majored in Economics. Japan's problem is extremly rapid aging but currently they need financial aid from friendly nations. Japanese government asked ASEAN for help and ASEAN have to expand the scale of the organization. It will be a hard mission, but I should lead Asian countries to invest more money on our group.
Mom's last word is keep bothering my mind. Little brother is little bit sick. God, please take care of him. You are the only one who can overlook everyone. Please, present the happiness to my family and give me the best luck for tomorrow. Amen.