Youth (NEYMAR JR)

Um - Coming Back

It's been a pretty long time I, Anabella Alvarez is returning back to Brazil. I always wanted to leave this place and discover somewhere new. I was born and have been living here in São Paulo and ever since I was sixteen I decided to be a exchange student with a family in the U.S. I did get to do that, but after two years of working my ass off and so many bars, shops and even cleaning strangers houses.

But yet, here I am dragging my suitcase up this hill to get to my family's house. They do live up this poor hill and by family, I don't just mean my parents and siblings. In my house there are, my mom and dad, my oldest sister who is getting married very soon, my aunt, my grandfather and grandmother.

We are a poor family, but we still smile and love our lives. Even thought bad things happen, but those bad things don't kill our smiles, we still live our life's and love each other to bits and pieces.

My oldest sister Natalia is getting married to this guy named Mark, and she will be moving to the U.S. I will sure miss her, and I know that none of us will be able to visit her since the plane tickets cost a lot. Natalia and Mark promised that they will visit us when they get into their new apartment in Manhattan, New York. Such a lucky girl.

The good news is that I get to have my own room! I had to share rooms with my aunt, but now I can stay in my sisters room and I even get to have her laptop that Mark got her years ago. It's a Macbook, so I will be taking care of it like my baby.

I really love my aunt, I will miss not spending the night in the same room, she would always buy cheap hair die and do my hair. She even pierced my ears and belly button, my mom got very mad and I wasn't allowed to pierce more places.

I get to our house, it looks very old and nothing close to modern. But I love it, it brings me back memories. Before I step in, I look around at the other houses and memories come to me like waves of ocean.

Some are good and some are bad, but there is one that I can't tell if I should smile to or be super pissed off.

It's upsets me, how he moved a long with his life and got to his dreams, while I am back here and continuing something boring. It makes me mad and pissed off, how he probably doesn't remember me, and how I do and he doesn't. I wish I could have done something like him, but there is always that one rule.

I wish I could still play those games and score those goals.

I wish I could be a hero for my country just like how he is.

I wish I was with him and achieving our life goals, with him.

I wish I didn't feel ashamed of my self when I got past people playing soccer in the streets.

I wish I was with the Neymar, Neymar Da Silva Santos.

My childhood bestie and lover.