Post-Guatemala
It is sad not being in Guatemala. Life feels so meaningless at home. When I first got back my family was not even in town. I went to bed the first night in a huge bed in a huge house all by myself. It was so lonely. Where did all of the people go? The parrots and dogs and children? The noises from the streets? It is beautiful at home, but besides the ocean, it is really a man-made beauty, not a natural beauty. Where did all of the green mountains, magenta flowers, yellow butterflies, and green volcanoes go? Where did all of the people go? Why does everyone live so far apart? I miss my babies. I miss Ana Lucia’s lack-of-oxygen smiles, Lester’s hugs, Astrid’s personality, Yandel’s dimples, Cindi’s dancing skills, Angelita’s smile, Kateryn’s baby fat, Hansel’s first steps, Cori’s games, and Carmelina’s joy, Olga’s jokes, Lily’s love, Zara’s blabbing, Felix and Victor’s games, and Julio’s dislike of sweets. I used to get one million hugs and kisses everyday and now I’m lucky if I get 4.
I want my babies back!