Tuesday. My second birthday celebration was very nice. My grandma was very happy to see some of her kids, grandkids and at least one of her great-grandkids.

I’m flying back to reality on Thursday so I’m already stressing about the flight and saying goodbye to my family. It’s not a nice feeling.
I don’t like goodbyes. I always feel that I lose a piece of my heart.
I’m not sure if my kids are looking forward to see me. Every day when I call and I ask: “What do you want?”, they never say: “We want you”, they just give me a list of things they want from here.

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