I moved to the US when I was 14. This was a choice made by my parents and one that was not put to vote. I never took it seriously that we would actually move because it seemed that I heard the discussion for years and the process went on endlessly with our trips to Porto for medical exams, trips to the embassy. To my young mind this seemed like a silly fantasy, wishful thinking on my parents part.
Their wishful thinking became my nightmare during our Easter break from Liceu. With only a two day notice we left our home, friends and life behind. Never had a chance to say goodbye to my school mates.
This was to be my first heartache. One that I would never truly get over.
I would come to learn the meaning of the phrase, you can never go home again......
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WE have both learned the meaning of those words.
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