My heart aches. Am I a bad aunt because I want to see the world? I want to travel, is that bad? I´m not there for them. Time keeps passing, they keep getting older. But there is so much I want to see. I want to be there for them too. If only I could slice myself in half. Then there could be two of me, two places at once!
They are becoming beautiful women. I will have to buy them machetes to fend off the boys. I wish I could protect them from everything.
I know I´m not perfect, but who is. Without mistakes how do you learn?