Emma's last swim.
There were lovely waves yesterday and today. The family swam and swam, adopted members and the ones who have always belonged.
Saying goodbye to the eldest child is very hard.
The time that is anticipated with such excitement and pleasure is suddenly over, the suitcases are packed, the long journey made to the airport, and last hugs are hugged and kisses are kissed, and the scent of the child, indelibly imprinted, is perceived by the whole mother's body, last touch for a long time.
So the world goes on, the long trip back from the airport is made, and an aeroplane flies in the dark across the ocean, taking my daughter back to another country.
Which is all very wrong and difficult to deal with.
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