A passage from far

I am a lucky child, I didn’t arrived to my parents with a stork and they didn’t even put me under a cabbage. You think, they made me board a plane, with destination: my Italian family.

Mom and dad told me that, that day, they had left early in order not to be late, to one of the most important appointments of their lives, which they had been waiting for for years. She wore a little pink flowered dress and he was wearing green pants with a white shirt, they were adorable.

When I got off the plane, a kind young lady took my hand and led me to the exit. A few minutes later I found myself in front of a couple of hearts full of love, destined to become my family. They looked like a flower and a shrub, staring at me with wrinkled and moved eyes.

The flower took my hand, the shrub caressed my curly hair and they said together: welcome home!

I come from the Amazon and I never thought of crossing an ocean to find my parents, but most of all I never thought I would feel so lucky.

My mom smells like a flower, my dad is strong as a shrub, and I grew up in a meadow of love.

Who knows if the stork who left me in front of the church door already knew that I was destined to fly far… anyway, the only thing that matters to me today is being exactly where I am.