The rest of the family were slowly arriving, my parents had come by taxi, my father said that he was, “Too nervous to drive.” The others arrived on time and we were all gathered there at the station, eager to see the train arrive.
She’d phoned a few days ago, well, she’d called my parents’ house.
“Mom, we’re going to see each other soon,” a voice answered on the other side of the phone, and my mother had asked:
“Tell me, who is this?”
When she’d heard that voice, my mother’s knees almost buckled.
“But who? Who are you?” she asked again.
My mother had already assumed it was her because they’d already been speaking, but as it had been so long, she was uncertain about it.
“Mom, it’s me, your daughter Carmen,” she heard on the line.
“Carmen, is that really you? It can’t be,” said my mo
