It was heart breaking.  But, it was inevitable.  And, it was the end.  For now.

I hear Mama saying she loves us and with arms open wide, I feel her warmth and her hugs.  I hear Papa telling us it was an honor to have us and the only sad time he had was when I got sick and he was worried about me.  I feel Bertha’s embrace as she cried in my arms,  I am picturing Kevin’s confused look and worried eyes as I hug her and cry while the truck, packed with our things, engine running, waits for me to hop in one last time.

It was a goodbye full of both tears of joy and sorrow, with the sincerest hope that I will see this family again soon, and with the utmost confidence that I will, I hope one day with a family of my own, return.