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And It was true. Her childhood didn’t allow her to take a leap of faith. Sweetest little girl. Perfect parents in the eyes of everyone, even those wide eyed people. The tattoes she wear on her skin had decided not lie down on the couch of her house any longer. They run away with her. She doesn’t need any luggage but her tattoes. She used to contact them all the time when she was close, but now, thousand of miles away, fearless, she found herself feeling happy, smiling, barefoot on this paradise, feeling the sand under her feet. The sand, perfect place to bury her tears under. To bury herself. Her essence hide by a mask. Raising the awareness thanks to the pleasant silence she couldn’t find at home, comfort zone or that comfortable couch where you can lie down for hours , no need to set any alarms. Heroes arms around you, protecting you, preventing anything to happen but everything is happening already. A flight ticket, two wings, three engines, two commanders and maybe eight flight attendant was enough to transport she to her deeper childhood memories. Traumas memories recalling. Too much time had passed. Overwhelming. Loneliness. Unknow place. Less fear. Deeper feelings. Extreme depth. Linterns lighting your internal organs, the ones you can not find in textbooks those called feelings, they are founded in the most unexpected places, any time, any day. Simply, you are like the wind that flows free, or the water of a river adapting to the path. There are no more obstacles in your way now. You left them far from you. Allowing you now to achieve your goals. You wont smell like blood anymore. Sea heals. Salt sting your wounds and you produce the sugar when you love yourself. Impossible to love them when no one teach you how to love. Impossible to love them when you think you are who you are because of what happened to you before. But during the trip, the only thing that matters is your own thoughts. Your attitude towards the unexpected. Out of control scream. Misunderstandings. The alcohol inside his veins flowing fast caused his leaving and her heart-breaking cry. You were just a child holding your toy with your small hands. Growing up wearing a muffled smile. Hands tied behind your back. Taking responsibilities that weren’t yours. Best daughter. Sister going through hell, being an angel. Misunderstood and overprotected. Being controlled. Between the devil and the deep blue sea. Wanted to make them proud, while your brother was the opposite. Being underestimated. You believed you couldn’t achieve anything without them . Your love to someone stole your eagerness and the same love spread your wings. The wings you used to fly and make your nest far away from them. Finally masks were buried. You discovered essences, smells, cultures, sounds, waters, other life. The place where you could forget. The place where you could come back when you needed to understand who you are. Be born again. Love yourself again. Forgive you and forgive everybody else.