In it, I appeared with my parents in front of our old house.
Behind the photograph was a phrase written in my mother’s handwriting:
“No matter what happens, this will always be your home.”
Those words left me completely paralyzed.
After so many years…
Why had he written that?
That same afternoon I made a decision that I had been putting off for too long.
It was time to return.
Without imagining that, upon crossing that door again, I would discover a truth capable of changing everything I thought I knew about my own family.
PART 2: on the next page.
Part 2: A return full of questions
All the way back to the village I felt a mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and fear. Twenty years had passed since I’d last traveled that road. The landscapes were still familiar, but I was no longer the same young woman who had left with a backpack full of uncertainty.
