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NOSTALGIA

I remember the first time we traveled as a family. Papa would call us by the numbers he wrote on our passports. At the airport check-in, he would do a roll call like we’re in the military. He’s number 1, of course! We don’t call him “Boss Ed” for nothing. Mama’s number 2. I get number 3 and Carlos, 4.

I’ve been meaning to change my green passport jacket with a more stylish one but I get sentimental every time I see the encircled number on it. It has always served as a reminder that I’m “Number 3“– I’m part of a group, a herd, a family!

Wherever I go, I will be Number 3, the big sister that has to follow numbers 1 & 2 and look after number 4.

I will miss my family.

😦

d.

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Hi, I'm d. My blog, Cool Detour, is all about refreshing breaks from the usual. Follow me for travel, makeup, and lifestyle stories. :)

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