It was 4:30 AM. My brother had to be at the airport at 6:30 to be on time for the flight. It is needless to say that I did not sleep all night.
RING! RING! RING! RING!
Shut up!
Santiago, get down NOW! Your brother's going to be late for the!
I put on the first thing I could find and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. In the meanwhile, I took a long look in the mirror. Some thoughts were really haunting me, so I stayed staring for a while.
What will I do all alone...?
My mother was having similar thoughts. However, she was much more expressive about them. She had no shame, unlike me. I was never close with my brother, so showing my feelings about him leaving was out of the table.
Get out of the freaking house at this moment!
Don't worry, mom. I know how to take care of myself.
My baby's leaving! What am I going to do without you?!
The car ride to the airport was characterized by being in complete silence. All that could be heard was my mother sobbing and the radio in the background. I had my head on my brother's shoulder. It was my way of trying to show that I was going to miss him.
Aeropuerto Mariscal Sucre 7 Km
Sniff! Sniff!
We arrived at the airport at 6:30 AM exactly. The flight departed at 8:00 AM. My brother went straight to check his bags. As this was happening, the family situation was pretty much the same.
That's impossible! I weighed them myself!
He thinks that I don't care that he's leaving...
These bags are overweight. You need to pay extra if you want to send them to cabin.
Checking my brother's bags nearly took one whole hour. He was in rage. My dad was consoling him while I was staring at the floor all alone.
I was ashamed with myself for not even trying to fix our relationship before his departure. And then...
I had to pay 70 bucks extra for 0.4 kilograms! Wasn't the 1000 dollar flight enough!?
My son is leaving! Don't leave me, Juanse. Please don't leave me!
Don't worry, son. All that matters is that you're finally leaving.
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