we got to Santa Marta. They continued to Manizales and I was in Bogota. I said goodbye to my Aunt Ann and Gloria (a family friend who had traveled with us). I gave a hug to each of the twins - who were just 10 years old and never had seen anyone leave the house (they do not remember the family with my dad on board) - and both had tears in her eyes. I gave a hug to Manuel that his mouth was twisted (like when you have desire to mourn but do not want to) and I told him I would be waiting.
I stood over my mother would not stop mourn. The wind ruffled them both. She hugged me, kissed me and whispered in my ear:
- "Do not forget what came, remember forever."
I went my two suitcases to the taxi and we head east along Avenida Eldorado.
not forget me, Mom. Every day I remember.
0 comments:
Post a Comment