Ohh … Melancholy
The weather can change the mood of the people, and I’m not
the exception of the rule. I was looking at the rain through the window of my
apartment, and I was thinking on my mom. What is she is doing now? Maybe it is
raining too and she is at bed thinking of me. I can’t even call her and ask her
how she slept last night. I need to wait till next Friday because I used the 10
minutes call for this week. It is only 90 miles from Cuba, but feels like is in
another planet almost impossible to go. Everything changes more that 50 years
ago when one man decided to changes the future of the all country; separating
families and taking roots away. I’m one of those thousands of Cubans that
choose to live in exile away from the family, away from the city, away from the
friends. It's been 10 years since I left, but it hurts like it was yesterday.

