First, let me clarify: I love my mom and I always will and I wish her a Happy Mother’s Day, BUT this has got to be one of the worst Mother’s Days ever.
Last night was my last night in Mwanza.
Today is my last day in Mwanza.
This morning, I woke up and I decided to pick a flower for mom so that maybe, just maybe, she’d change her mind and we could stay in Mwanza forever.
But no, her plans were already in motion. She’d given away all of our things, and packed up the remainder to take home (such a funny word, “home”, I can’t say I exactly know what it means). The only thing I could do was sit by and watch her pack up our life (and make sure she didn’t leave me behind). The tickets are purchased, we are leaving. So here we go, off on a totally new adventure…