Today my mother sent me a photograph of a rose from her garden.
And he wrote me
Daughter I want that with this photograph of this Beautiful Red Rose, send you a piece of our house, of all of us, of Venezuela.
I really was very touched by the detail of my mother, since it is very sad and the distance is hard, but thanks to technology nowadays, we can communicate and talk in real time, watching us on a screen via Skype.
Every day he calls me to find out how I am, if I ate well, how was my day, how was it at work, Etc.?
This is the way of life that we all have had to leave Venezuela, leaving our families to look for alternatives to the crisis.
Nowadays it has become very common, when a birthday or some important meeting is celebrated at home, that I connect with them through my laptop.
Recently on my little brother's birthday, I will sing his birthday from here through my screen.
I did not say anything to them, but I was holding back the tears that insisted on squirting out of my eyes; and after I closed the communication I could not help drowning in tears.
God, Father Creator, I ask you that this nightmare ends soon and all the Venezuelans who are scattered throughout the world can return to our beautiful country. Amen.
