A Trip For a Meeting

As most of the nights at home my brother, my mum, my dad, my aunt, one of my cousins and me were altogether that night. We were talking about the travel my mom and I were going to do. They started to ask me what kind of shampoo I was going to take and what kind of candies should we take to our relatives. My mom started to mention weird names, they started talking to me about her brothers and relatives that I didn’t know, and once again as she had been repeating she said that when we get there the first thing we’ve got to do is to visit the only aunt alive she has got.

I remember that one of the days before we left I listened to her talking on the phone saying that she was taking me to her house, saying that she was going home and that she was going to stay there until my vacations finish. I could see she was so happy; she even told she was getting sick of our house. “I hate to be fighting with your aunt,” she said.

The night arrived and we had to go. It was 8 o’clock P.M, we said bye to everyone, my dad took our bags and I started to feel a little bit excited and scare at the same time for not knowing exactly where we were going to, besides my daddy was not going to be with us and I wondered if my mum could do this travel by herself. We took a taxi until the terminal and it was amazing to me to see the city with all those red and white bright lights when I was seven. My dad bought the bus tickets and said bye, I will always remember my mum kissing my dad in the mouth. It was weird for me to see it since I didn’t use to see that very often. Once we got on that bus we were all by ourselves. The travel begun, we were in one of the back sits and I was next to the bus window. While we were waiting for the rest of the people to get on my cousin came to my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I could see him playing with my bike, I could see him laughing and playing with my soccer ball maybe he would sleep in my bed or something like that, maybe he will break my bike I thought. I freaked out and I felt like I shouldn’t go anywhere. The bus started up and my mum was getting comfortable in her sit. The road became loner and loner; the cars disappeared and became huge mountains that I believed they were monsters watching us.

I looked at the most beautiful sky I had ever seen and it was like I was seeing the doors of another world. We spent eight hours traveling, and a month knowing each other; a month where I discovered my mum didn’t have her birthday on the day she had told us, a month where I discovered her real name, her likes and dislikes and she made me wonder why did I ever think she was weaker than my dad, a month listening to many different kinds of stories, a month in family meetings, a month living an adventure in the middle of nowhere between rivers, birds, cows, deer, horses, dogs, pigs, trees... and an old woman who painted me a better idea of my mum as a child.

VHI