Change

I remember being about 5 years old, and waking up one day to realize I had changed, I wasn't sure if it had been overnight, I wasn't sure if everybody else could see it, but I could, I stared long and hard at the mirror, a big mirror on top of my grandma's dresser, I stared at my lips and my cheeks, they looked different, my face was thiner, my eyes had always been way to big for my face, or I thought so, but today I just looked different, I remember going into the kitchen and asking my grandma if she noticed anything different, she simply said NO and kept making my favorite breakfast, chocolate pancakes.

My body has since changed in many ways of course, from a skinny child, to a chubby teenager, and so on. My mind and soul have changed too, from a rebelious teenager to a somewhat calmer adult. My likes in food, chocolate pancakes are not my favorite anymore, now a days a cup of coffee will do. All this changes are I imagine normal in everyones life, but I have always felt that the changes in my life are always quick and drastic, just like when I was 5 and I woke up looking different, feeling different, a couple of months ago I woke up at 28 realizing it had happened again.

I didn't only come back to my country, a country I almost don't recognize anymore after 8 years of not being here, but now I'm separated from my husband of 8 years, almost divorced and working to make a living. Life is changing quickly for me, maybe faster than it should, maybe is me that's slow to take it all in.


Change has knocked on my door again, unannouced, not a courtesy call saying it was coming to visit, and I once more stare at the mirror, wondering how this happened, wondering if everyone else can see it.