goodbye's

I was playing in my computer, and having fun with cousins. Doing what we do best; playing games. It was the time when I was 12 years old, living my life in the Caribbean. Where the waves hit the shore, and where with only about 15 steps, you would be already touching the soft surface of the yellowish sands. It was a good but small life, but it would all end in about 4 minutes. While I was playing, my irascible mother came across the door, with a depressed expiration in her face, “we are moving to panama”. Those 4 words was the reason my life changed forever, that would mean I had to say goodbye, which means I would have to meet new people, new places, and new life. That left me completely despondent. When I told my best friend about this, he would stay still in horror and make a tirade about how that was wrong and why did I have so early. I was expecting that.

The last day, I had to say bye to everyone I knew, which I hated, because I have moved for about 3 times already, and I hate  when people just ignore about what’s happening and just see me go away forever without any hugs or even any goodbyes while I fly away. But it was different, they actually felt sorry for me, after 3 years of ignoring how I feel; they actually felt sad that I was going away. I got group hugs, goodbyes, songs and even kisses (not the chocolate ones the ones you get on your cheek). I was really profound by it. I hit me in many ways, I had never felt so special like this before, and then I realized something, I had realized, that is never so bad to say goodbyes, only if you have friends that care about you.