The crazy goat—as stubborn as those animals—carries her own luggage and leaves in the car with her uncles.
My grandfather is with me. I sigh with relief. Protocol is respected.
I take off my glasses. My red, swollen eyes are revealed.
"Looks like you didn't sleep well," my grandfather remarks.
"That's right, Grandfather. Some memories came back to remind me that I shouldn't leave anything to chance."
"Son, you must understand that everything you experience has a purpose. Everything happens so that, when your true destiny arrives..."
My grandfather, trying to talk to me about love. I decide to interrupt.
"Grandfather, I don't understand those purposes. For me, it was the result of carelessness. And nothing I do will change that."
"If instead of focusing on the bad things you
