No more need to go to Edinburgh until Jon's party and job thing. I've sorted it out.
It was my mum's birthday today so I decided to take my parents out for dinner. I bought some roses and gave it to her.
After the second bottle of wine I brought up the matter. Very calmly, talking an trying to sort things out. Big talking...
Ended in me saying: "Sorry for whatever I did, I know it was bad and wrong."
They sort of said together: "We're sorry for the way we dealt with things and certain things that we said." - it is quite funny to have your parents say this to you when your right eye is still swollen, I nearly laughed.
Everything's good. Staying in Portugal on Friday and not going fuck knows where. No more working for 2 to 3 months under the blistering sun and 40 degrees everyday for 10 hours except sundays. But most important of all everything is sorted out. Just need to meet my aunt and talk to her.
If I didn't miss Marta to the point at which I can't breath and cry with such profound tightening feeling inside myself, I could say that I am happy.
The whole last sentence in English could be translated to one single word in Portuguese:
Saudade...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment