Cuando te extraño papa...

Cuando te extraño tanto, escucho esto y es tenerte de vuelta... te amo
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The unspoken goodbye

It was a perfect Saturday afternoon, on a wonderful spring day. From the beach the sunset looked just amazing, as every sunset had since they´d been there.

Two friends had a picnic, they both knew that was the last sunset. They just keep avoiding having that conversation and they didn't want to say goodbye, but they had to.

They have been friends since they were young, twelve or maybe thirteen years old, a lifetime friendship.

Six months ago they've decided to travel around Africa, helping people and getting involved with different charities there, each one in her own scope of career.

After those six months each one would follow a different path, completely different. So, those six months were their last adventures together.

They never thought the time would pass so fast. They never thought that day would arrived. But it did, and they were just there, having that last picnic on the beach.

Nostalgic and melancholic, but hopeful at the same time, they knew that would be the last week in a long time. They were looking forward to the plans and goals they'd set a few years ago. But now they were going to live apart. So, they just got attached to small talk and chatting about the last six months together and what wonderful days they'd spent there.

They didn't know how long, they just knew they were going to be on the other side of the world from each other. It didn't matter how long, they had never been so far apart before.

And with the dawn of the day in front of them, wondering about the future and when they would met again, finally they said the words...

Autobiography

Actually it is impossible for me to remember that day, mi first day in this world, but whenever my mother tells the story, no matter how many times I had listened before, I always laugh. My father was in a rush driving and my other next to him, my father telling her to hold on and my mother answering "I just can't hold on!" So, I was born in my father's car, on the way to the hospital, with the cord around my neck and, believe it or not, that was perfectly normal for me.

It was as if that little, funny story determined my future character. My mother always says "you have been independent since the very first day, I didn't even need to push! It was like you didn't want to hurt me or something!"

I was brought up in the western part of the capital city, which is the poorest part; from two working class families, and yes, I have to say two because my mother's mother and my father's parents were neighbours. So, I live between two houses, two grandmothers, one grandfather and all my uncles and aunts around me.

My parents were studying at the university from the time I born and during my childhood so, I spent my weekends between the university and the beach, like a typical teenager, but I was just a little child!

During my school days I couldn't handle ball sports, none of them, and I studied in a school in the middle of a slum, surrounded by brilliant, natural ball sports stars.

I wouldn't say that it was awful, but many times I felt miserable, clumsy and incapable of holding the ball in my hands...

Every day, no matter what I did, I ended with the ball hitting my face and fainted. And I have to say that I was the only blonde, small and skinny girl at the school that "couldn't handle the ball, It doesn't bite Luzia!"

But, despite these horrible sports days, I don't regret anything about my childhood, because all of that model my character and my actual personality. It made me into who I am now.