CHAPTER 45
My heart had started beating differently since landing at Heathrow Airport. Since the plane had begun to glide softly, I had to fight against the tears that flooded my face against my will. I had turned and leaned completely against the window so as not to make a show of myself.
What could I do? Where would I hide? Maybe it was a mistake. Where would I hide all those feelings that invaded my soul, my blood. Where would I go and vent my cry of freedom, of life?
When the plane touched the ground, I felt the sense of home taking over me, overbearing. England. No, that wasn’t the reason and I knew it. As I had always known I never had roots until I had been the one to create them for myself.
I had left my children to relive that sense of freedom and life. I was a bad mother, I w
