E 'everything changed in that time, his uncle, the young and foreign-cool, got married and now instead of the bike goes around with a stroller, her aunt, the one with the briefcase, cell phone ringing constantly and always full agenda, has remained unemployed and in return, she has remedied a daughter, his grandfather is no longer the man I always remember that active, but an old man, all skin and bones, a hospital bed.
I do not feel ready for all these things. I do not feel ready to return to the roots. Every time I return I fear to see how many things have changed. It bothers me realize how time passes quickly, but, more importantly, it hurts me to realize that life goes on just fine without me and that nothing has been stopped since I left, despite all the tears shed by relatives in airport.
been years since I avoid this trip, because returning home means returning to a life that somehow belongs to me, I feel like I really and that is always able to give me satisfaction and a lot of happy memories ... And again it is a separate dovermene trauma every time.
I'm not ready, I do not feel, but at the foot of my bed, my suitcase is almost ready now and the trip on the bedside table makes me realize that it's all true and I can not go back.
I can do Wednesday, childbirth, and after all these years, finally returns home.
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