Finally the day arrives to leave for Canada and I find myself tapping my foot on the floor to calm my anxiety.
I feel alienated from everything, despite being surrounded by countless people running from one place to another, with the loudspeaker and other noises all around me, I only have a head for one thing and that is Gina... of course with our baby growing inside her belly.
A rapt smile forms on my face and I don't repress it at all, despite the stares that fall on me from time to time.
"Flight for Canada number 88170 please board at gate 6."
I look up because I think it's my flight, which I immediately corroborate when I see the number on the ticket. I get up almost in a leap that leaves more than one person astonished and drag my suitcase across the polished marble floor that
