Melancholy of a Farewell

Since you left it was very hard for your family and friends to see your departure, because of your despair and dreams to fulfill, you made the decision to go to another country. I wanted to give you my best, but there was no way to stop you, there were no words to convince you to stay, we all understood that we had to let you fly.

Every time you rode that bus away from me, I felt in my being that something was falling off.... it was as if my body was starting to crack, I know you're taking me with you. That day when I saw you leaving away from me, I wanted to ask you to stay, I had to silence the pain of my broken heart and my tears were gushing out saying goodbye to you.

Today, after 6 months of listening to your sad words in an audio, your sad words make my body stand up, your voice broken in exile as you say it, being a stranger forever in another country, missing your food, your tradition, your people, your climate, your land that saw you born.

Your words "I don't trade Venezuela for anything in the world" were engraved on my mind. Now every time I see one of my kids eating our traditional dishes, I remember you. Every time I see a hairdresser working hard, I think to you, that you never thought of working because you studied as a Mechanical Engineer, but today you do it because you need it, I imagine that it echoes in your mind those words I used to say: "study so that you can be someone in life", so much sacrifice I made to see you fulfilled and yet it makes me feel like I failed you.

When the sun washes over my skin I remember those words you said "here's a cold that gets in your bones", my tears roll down my spine and I want to send you some of those sun rays to warm your skin. I would like to change the world so that you come back and return, how many nostalgia, how much sadness, the circumstances led you to leave my side, I miss you and here at the door of your house I will wait for your prompt arrival to embrace you and give you that motherly warmth that will always be waiting for you. My melancholy is very great, but make your life a triumph, do not faint, everything will pass.

Words from many mothers to their children who are going through this today in Venezuela.