A letter for uncle Michael

Part 1

Dear uncle Michael:

I start by apologizing for the misunderstanding during today's farewell, minutes before you took the car to the airport in Lima with my aunt Gida and my uncle Anthony, I was busy helping my uncle Leonardo with his work, which is very tedious because if I left it would generate only losses for his company. My apologies for the wrong impressions that you perceived and also my personality. I only sincerely hope that you understand me. I am in my days, those days that each month has a woman (in my case I am a young girl). I am really sorry if at first, it seemed that I did not want to say goodbye but I do not tolerate farewells because they make people vulnerable and they begin to cry. I do not mean that I am a kind of robot but I am a human with a complex personality as well as those few who express themselves better by writing. Writing as I am doing now to you these words to solve this misunderstanding. While you have noticed that most of my family loves the DRAMA, I seem that I am not in the scene, that happens because I am already seeing a perspective with a solution and harmony.

It's 8:46 pm (Lima time), I'm currently writing these lines to apologize once again. Uncle Michael, I am an altruistic human with only 22 years, I have personality and I also know that in these cases should clarify that I love you a lot as well as the rest of my family members and other living beings. Do not blame me for being vegetarian or maybe a little sensitive (although it may not seem like it) but that's the way it is. I avoid the negative because it has no sense and all I see is to do the right thing. I judge all the time, but it is to maintain a connection. To know a person in its entirety you must pass many pages to a book as knowing that the brain is a mystery. Once I read a Smithsonian article about the brain and that inside it houses a mystery since the average person does not use it 100%. Many perspectives in a controversial issue are infinite, but in this case, I consider that the possibilities are in one of the phrases mentioned by the Flash, my favourite DC Comics superhero, all the time states "... I believe in the impossible. " The impossible in this case is that I had not written these paragraphs and there would not be communication, which would be incorrect at the same time totally opposite to me because it is the career that I have chosen. Communication is the tool that I have to generate peace, one of the 17 Objectives of Sustainable Development. 

It would be a drastic change with the weather when you arrive in Munich, and I hope that bad feeling changes, too. Take care of yourself uncle Michael and I just want to say family forever (Wakanda Forever).

Lina xx

Today I wake up at 8:00 am. What a wonderful Wednesday I said, but of course, it was not true. It is February and that means one thing here in Lima. People say that holidays mean only have fun unlike for people like me at my age the point of view is totally different. University students run out of time looking for a job or adding a course to our tight schedule these months before classes that start in March.

In the afternoon I was helping my uncle Leonardo with his work, the concentration was there all the time. Firstly, I heard when my uncle Michael call my other uncle Leonardo for the farewell. Then, I heard my name; there was no answer from me because I was busy. After some minutes, I find him to say goodbye; consequently what he said was that I must concentrate on my career at the university with success.

Hours later when my aunt Gida is back, she told me that uncle Michael was unhappy in the way to the airport. She reveals to me the impression he had on Wednesday afternoon put him in that condition. Immediately, I decided to write a letter for him thinking about the probability that he could read it before he takes the flight to Madrid.

It is crucial. Michael is a retired man who is 63 years of age and is married to my aunt Gida. He visits Lima every two years, approximately. His personality is similar to mine, but I never told him. 

The next day uncle Michael called. The weather was better.