I went to Europe twice in the last three months. It was tough … jet lag and getting used to different people and different schedules. But as they say “what doesn’t kill you strengthens you” … But, the most difficult part was getting used to my parents. It seems that my memory is not that great. Here is what happened. The first time my father had to come back from Europe earlier so I was away from him for 2 weeks. When I saw him again at the airport I didn’t recognize him. It was so bad that I started to cry when he came close to me. I guess he scared me. Fortunately, that didn’t last for too long and I managed to “recognize” him again within a day.
The second time it happened with my mom. She had to go to Europe because my grandfather passed away and I stayed with my father in the US. She was away for about 10 days and in that period I stopped smiling. That was really strange because I used to smile a lot and also my dad thought that I was too young (7 months) to be able to react in that way. But I did. And then when she came back I couldn’t recognize her!? Luckily, that didn’t last for too long either. When I tasted her milk again, I was convinced that she was my mom! I don’t think I want to separate from them again.
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