Mesmerized I watch the screen. Strings of joy, but also pain tugging at my heart as pictures of yesteryear unfold in front of my eyes. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, all long gone. And there is my mother. Always my mother, so elegant, smiling at the man behind the camera. Her pretty face not yet distorted by the lines of discontent that were formed in later years. My mother as I want to remember her. Happy, young, beautiful. My brothers, sisters, so young. Family outings, the vacations spend at the seaside. The building of our house. Christmas at my grandmothers. Seeing all the familiar faces, the pictures on the wall, the little traditions that we had. I cry for the for the love that was lost, the happiness that disappeared but once had been so obvious.Four precious DVD’s with images of my youth, my hometown, the street where we lived.
Just for a little while I am back where I belong
