Was I Expecting You?

For my last blogging of the year I decided to describe an event that took place many times in my memory. This memory is very important to me because it came true. I guess is true what people say if you really wish for it, it might as well come true.

It happen a couple of days later after my birthday. I was at my Tia Morena’s house her daughter and I had being singing along to Barney. When all of the sudden my Tia walks in the room after answering the phone, and next thing I know I am running toward my house. I remember that everything around me was spinning and I thought for a second that I was trapped in one of those cartoons were the characters never seem to reach the end of the road. In that moment, while I was running, I tried to remember what my Tia had exactly told me when with her phantom face like if she herself has seen a miracle happen in front of her. Or like if she had seen into the future and witness the upcoming apocalypse, told that my mom was back. In the moment, I wish I was a fly in the wall so I would have seen myself turn into a phantom, not even worst probably. My feelings for my mom had not vanished either evaporate, but replaced. In an instance around of thoughts formulated in my head of how this person might look like after five years. Would she recognize me? Or have I change enough for her, that we cannot be related to each other anymore. What should I call her? These entire questions invaded my mind, and then it hit me a branch of the front door tree. My other Tia, my mother’s sister, had taken care of my brother and me since this person went away. Her name is Blanca, but we always called her Loly without any reasonable reason. As she opens the door for me, I immediately  step into the living room making my way to the dining room when I stop and see I shape, a figure that I am supposed to identify, but cannot. The same figure goes up to me with tears rushing down her face and gives me a big koala hug. Like one of those hugs that she would give me before tucking me into bed. In the moment I realized that all the way home I was too crying, but my tears were empty as if I was dreaming. Who was this lady who I am supposed to call Mami?