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My flight to Moscow was easy and quick as I spent it thinking about everything that happened with me. My dad met me in Moscow, we hugged and I cried like a baby. It was so good to see my dad – the man that loves me unconditionally, and the one that can protect me from anything. We made it on time to the train station and went back home. I didn’t feel like walking around Moscow.
I called my mom and she was so happy that we were on our way home. I couldn’t wait to see her again. We went to sleep.
Mom met us at the train station. She was crying, so was I. I couldn’t believe it was just 3 months that we didn’t see each other. We are very close and I was truly happy to finally hug her and kiss her. Mom, the person that gave you life, the one that’s been with you every step of your life. I couldn’t tell her about all the pain because I didn’t want her to worry for me, but I told her about all the happiness that I experienced.
It was a short drive home. Gabri – our dog – was barking at first but he quickly recognized me. End of September was still pretty warm, but the trees were already changing their leaves. This sadness in nature was resonating with my deep sadness in my heart, sadness of losing love.
It felt like I left years ago. I knew I changed, and it was up to me to make that change the most enjoyable, to learn from my past experiences and be grateful for everything that happened.
I took a shower while mom was making us some yummy lunch. She made the most tastiest vegetable salad and spaghetti. Oh how much I love how she cooks. I’m not saying it because she’s my mom, but really, everything she makes, she puts so much love into it, I can taste it in every little piece of it.
We ate, chatted about how my summer and their summer went, and I was so happy to be with them again. My brother came home later, we chatted and laughed as well.
I finally unpacked, and went to bed early as tomorrow was going to be my first day of my third year of Uni. Life resumes it’s normal course.
Thank you, God, and my parents for such a wonderful summer. I will never forget it.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]