It’s hard to say goodbye (a real goodbye, not just something that you say everyday), even if we have to, and specially when we have no choice. Last night, I bid farewell to my sisters, bound for the U.S., where they’ll stay for 5 years.
The thought of them leaving was slow to sink in. Reality only hit me when me and my dad were already on our way home from the airport. I watched these two grow, and it’s all still a bit surreal for me – I’ll miss five years of their lives.




