Going
August 12, 1983: The last few minutes before the taxi comes to take me to the airport. Those are the moments that I want to spend with my Tia. I shouldn´t be feeling this, that I don´t want to go, but that´s exactly how it is. No use denying it. I want to see and help my father, but to go back to the old life, too? How will I manage it after living through whatI lived through here in San Vicente?
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