For a while, we all stood quiet, looking at my grandfather with curiosity, fear, and condescenseon. What would he possibly do now? What were the options and which way would he choose to pursue: his pride or the welfare of the whole family?
“I guess people do surprise us when we least expect them to…” – said my grandfather.
Nobody really knew what to say. That awkward moment when silence is the best word you can give to show your support…
“Don’t feel sorry for me… I’m a grown up now. I can take these consequences. She has her right… If you think about it, I gave up on all of you. I travelled all the way out there, without even asking for your advice.”
“How do you dare to say that? Come on, react your old man! Life is made of actions, movements. Show me what you’ve got! Don’t you love mum?” – asked my father.
“I do and I don’t want you to think otherwise. But people change, you know? By experiencing… And what I experienced has no means to be put into words. So, right this moment, I’m not in love with grandma anymore. I’m in love with all this that surrounds us. Believe it or not, I’m comfortable. Now I can do it. Now I feel capable of passing you a message, my message, my legacy. ”
“I don’t understand… What are you trying to say?” – I asked.
“Dear, for being able to love the others, you have to love what has been given to you first. Love this planet and the universe. Extend your vision. And then, yes… You are able to pronounce the word love.”
Verónica Belchior 11º A
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