She was here, after two years, five months and nine days….she looked tired and quiet. She worked till 7:30 previous night and then took the flight from Seattle to Dallas to come to meet me after two years, five months and nine days….
The moment I saw her, I knew that the count down began to the end of her visit…..to be specific for eighty one hours….
Eighty one hours after twenty one thousand three hundred and thirty six hours……how can this be even nearly fair? Then I thought fair enough…. eighty one hours are fair enough to make memories for another twenty thousand hours.
I couldn’t tell her how thankful I am that she came. I couldn’t tell her to stay for few more days or few more hours or at least for few more minutes because the flight was scheduled at 6:30 and they were late to leave the house, also she had her work next day….
I am now sitting in the room she stayed in with her family, my nephew and my brother-in-law. I looked around, have they left anything important for what they need to come back and can stay another day? Or what if the flight get canceled and they need to come back and can stay for another few hours? But nothing like happened and she texted me “boarded” and then after few hours “safely landed” and then after another hour “reached home, good night.”
I sat on the bed and I looked around. There are signs everywhere that says they were here, the dinosaur my nephew played with, the empty water bottles, the tags from their bags and the smell of their perfume.
It feels strange when I write my family and then her family. There was a time when me and my sister was in the same family…. that was our parents’ family, our family. When we got separated? When we became two families? She is still my family but she has her own family and I have my own family too.
Is this how things evolve? From generation to generation as we spread ourselves around the world? Then, will there be a time when all the families will be united? Will the generations from the past meet the generations from the future?