Lucas and his mom moved to Illinois earlier this summer and live in a farm town totally opposite of anything in south Florida. I don’t talk about it or think about it much because it makes me sad. He’s really happy, but he’s so far away. The first few years of his life I had to deal with the distance because he lived in Peru. When they finally moved to Florida, fifteen minutes away from me, I was in heaven. Now that he’s gone I walk around and see signs of kids events at the library or at the supermarket and think about how if he were here I would be taking him everywhere with me. He’s one of my best friends in the whole world. A six year old.
Last night I got a call from his mom, but it was Lucas’ sweet voice I heard. “SHERMEEEEN!” he said. “I saw your exercise video. It was funny. I liked it.”
"You diiiiid!?" I asked, trying not to cry. We talked for a while about his legos, the snow, and his horses. He speaks in full sentences now (before his Spanish was much better than his English) and my mind was blown. He told me about two frozen ponds by his house and how he goes sledding in his backyard.
When he gave the phone to my cousin (his mom) she told me that he randomly went up to her and said “Mom, can I call Sharmin?”
puppiesandbabies asked: girl. yo munie ain't no good here. i'll just give them to you bc you are like, not allowed to pay for my art because i have known you for a thousand years and last time i checked that means you get the 100% off discount.
I miss eating on the floor and using my hands to scoop rice and vegetables into my pita bread. I miss drinking tea at least twice an hour. I miss the call to prayer even though I never participated. I miss my grandma asking me if I’m hungry every thirty seconds. I miss sleeping on the floor. I miss my hard headed father and my giggly cousins. I miss walking to the bazaar at midnight to get baklava and walnuts for a midnight snack. I miss being surrounded by at least twenty loving souls at all times. I miss the cats that roam around the streets scared to death that the neighborhood kids will throw rocks at them. I miss the sound of goats being slaughtered outside my window.
I just want to publically announce/record how happy I am that Adriana has officially moved back to South Florida and will be part of my life regularly. I think it kind of just hit me. But I love it. : )