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Changes

Three months later, and many things had changed... My sister had a very cute little belly. I was packing my bags to go back to California, Sheldon was packing to go to Germany, and Mary and my mother were worried about getting ready for Mangie or Georgy's wedding. I don't know which one is worse.

-Are you leaving tomorrow morning? -Sheldon, knocked on my bedroom door.

-Uh-huh.  I'm a little anxious, and sad. With my departure and... Yours too. -I stopped packing my bags and turned to him. -How long will you stay there?
-Probably my whole life. -He said jokingly.
-Sure, you probably like warm beer. -I laughed.

-Yes, true. -Looking at me, smiling, he says:

-I'll come back whenever you want.
-Serious?
-No. -He laughed. -I'll be back after six months.
-Well, you kept your promise and you'll even get to see the baby's birth if you get there in time.
-You're right. Do you... Want help with your suitcase?
-If you could fix it all, I would appreciate it.
-You're welcome.  
-Oh, no, Sheldon. That was sarcasm, just a joke. 
-Oh. No problem, I'll do it anyway. Your sister, my mother and your mother want to talk to you.
-It must be about the wedding. I'll be right back. Or not. I don't know.
-Okay.

Leaving my room, I heard a small argument, I was almost going back, but they saw me.

-May!
-Maya!
-Daughter!

-Hey...?
-May, come here. Do you think we should put lilies on the tables? -Mandy, asked, or The Bride! It's so cool. Just not the part where anything I say will cause an argument. 

-Uh... Maybe. It's just that some people can be allergic. I know a lot of people who have this allergy.
-Did you see? It's better roses.
-But they have thorns.
-May!
-What? You asked for my opinion. Look, actually, I would like it to be orchids, they are beautiful and fragrant and don't cause allergies and don't have thorns. What do you think?

-Hm, that's a great idea. My cousin sells a ton of them!
-Thank you, daughter.
-You're welcome.

-Okay. I'm done! Oh, it's heavy... -Sheldon, he shouted.
-Are you okay? -He walked into the room and left the suitcase on the floor.
-Now, yes. But excuse me, ladies, it is now night in Germany. Good evening. -I laughed.

-Okay, Mr. German. Good evening.
-Good evening, sweetie.
-Night!

(...)

That night, probably early morning, I got up to have a glass of water. And guess what, Sheldon was at the kitchen table eating his BREAKFAST.

Time zone, right?

-Sheldon? What are you doing there?
-Having my morning coffee. 
-Are you dressed? -I couldn't help but chuckle softly. -You're crazy.
-Crazy but effective.
-Sure. Can I have some too?
-Sure. I left a little extra for anyone who wanted a late-night snack. I was hoping it would be my dad. What a surprise.

I picked up... I don't know what I picked up, it was just German things with German names.

-Amen.
-Do you pray every time you eat?
-Sure. I'm a Baptist. That's what... Baptists do.
-I got. About your trip and mine, I wanted to know if you would like to exchange letters with me? I wanted to spend my time doing something that would help my brain. Besides studying there, of course.
-Oh, I see. Okay. I need to exercise my brain too. -I say in an amused tone. 
-Sarcasm?
-No.
-Damn. -I laughed.

-What is this food called?
-It's a Kroxwlpa...
-Hey, no need to say anything, okay? I got it.
-Okay.

-But, you know, I'm going to miss you a lot. Again. You know I really like you, right?
-Of course I do. You are special to me, too.
-Good thing you know. But, actually, I don't know how I feel, but I'll try to understand.
-I'm feeling like this too. I really want to go to Germany. But... 
-What?
-Looks like I'm leaving half of myself here. 
-Exactly... How I feel. How we feel.

After eating the thing, I asked him:

-Can I hug you?
-Sure.
-You know, you've actually changed a lot for a germaphobic. 
-In fact, you changed me. But, just a little.
-For me, that's a lot. -I laughed and I hugged him tightly, holding him, as if it were the last time I would see him in my life, and yes, we will stay for a long time if we see each other. I loved this boy, and I didn't even like being at my school without him there. I didn't know if I could handle being without him for much longer, especially at these times.

I buried my nose in his neck, lifting myself up with my fingertips, what's up? He was 6 feet tall! Finally, I smelled him, felt his scent, his grip, and let myself be carried away, moving my hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck, caressing his hair.

I felt a shiver from him at the same time, his skin got goosebumps, I gave a small smile.

He picked me up and held me, carrying me to the bedroom like a sack of potatoes.

-What are you doing, dumb? -I whispered.
-Putting you to bed. Time for bed. -He put me to bed gently.

-Well... Thanks. Good... Morning, for you? -He smiled.
-Yes, good evening for you, May.

-Thank you.

(...)