The youth has gone but my essence remains in their heart. Above all, their blood is in their body, their past reigns in the soul. They started their journey that took them away from me, for weeks, months and even years. They have visited the most beautiful places, they have seen with their eyes the most beautiful landscapes, and however, they prepare themselves to come back. They have studied and have grown up in order to share their experiences with me. They have taken advantage of every hour and have engraved in their memory the experiences of those years. They have lived intensively, enjoying their time without wasting one single second, and becoming the persons that are nowadays.
How playful is destiny! He lies to me, punishes me, taking away and giving me back my faith. He does what he wants with us, without asking anyone. Who asked me if I was prepared to see them again? Who had into account my feelings when someone took one part of their life away from me? I am so unfair. I was not created to determine my own destiny, my destiny has been already determined at birth. If they return for good, as the bountiful son, they will be very welcomed. No one can ever say that I did not accomplish everything I was asked to. They came back and they found me. They noticed that I was getting better with time... They had plans for me, they arrived with an urge for new ideas. They have seen the world and you could tell that, they were fresh and energized; they gave me new illusions and involved all of us with their spirit... For a moment, I was paralyzed, would they remember their roots?
I trusted them, giving all my best; they listened to me as if they hear the beat of their hearts, and thinking about what their minds were telling them. We are one now but we are not free nor do prisoners anymore, we simply belong to each other. We are holding hands and writing a new story. Since we are all together, I have participated in all the moments of their history. When the sun is still hiding from us, I can hear the sounds of those gatherings... I know they are talking about me and about my future, our future, accompanied by the tenderness of their memories. I feel as a confessor and friend.
Now, in this very moment, I am the symbol of their happiness. I would not like, though, getting distracted by my memories and being able, for the last time, to dissolve my sorrows in their joys.

 ••• one step back               to be continued...