Below is a little something I wrote 5 years ago on my way home from visiting my parents and my hometown.
If I could, I would go back in time and tell my younger self to stop wishing for the day when she could leave home…
For little does she know that a few years down the road her greatest wish would be to be back in that little two bedroom apartment she wanted to leave so fast
She does not know that there will be a day when her biggest dream is to be home with her family for more than a weekend at a time.
That every time she leaves home her heart is shattered over and over
In the rearview mirror, all she will see are her memories and the faces of loved ones
I would tell her to cherish it, to revel in those moments minute by minute. To hug a little longer, to hold her sister through the night. To kiss her brother good night.
I would tell her to lay on her mami’s lap and wait up for her Papi to come home from work
To soak in every smell that comes from the kitchen and to embrace the sound of every syllable spoken in her native tongue
I would tell her to slow down