Cicle of life

When I was a child my mom told me a story, about a girl that got the chance to fly away from home and find her own way in a new place. She left the one she loved, gathered all her strength, and took the plane to adulthood, she said that scared girl farewell.

On this new world she found unkindness and solitude, so she made the promise of never let adversitity take her apart from her fate, and sitting there, on Parlament square, she dreamed about her life and whished that someday, someone would come and sit in the same place were her real life begun.

Fate was hard with her and gave her difficult, sometimes impossible times to overcome, but she embraced life with all her heart and lived through it with the joy that only comes after feeling the end near and then escaping from it.

When I heard the story I didn't knew how much it would affect my life, but I kept asking her to tell it over and over again until I could almost see that girl, my mom.

Many years later my time to face life came but I discovered that I couldn't do it there, where I was born, I had to fly away too.

My mom was heartbroken, but she hugged me and told me that she loved me too much to make me stay, so I left everything behind, said goodbye to my loved ones and took my steps to the unknown.

It was as if suddenly life had begun, a whole world open to my eyes and I found almost everything I was looking for; I left too a little girl behind.

Twenty years after I heard that story for the first time I found myself sitting in the same place where my mom once dreamed about her life; twenty years later me, her daughter, the future she wondered about, was also starting her own story, wondering about her future, one that might bring someone to sit there and dream, just as I did, and my mom before me.

The place where everything begun became the place where I ended that story and started my own, that place now has written our complicity and the paths of our lifes.

I'm coming back now, and I don't know if I'll have a good life, but I do know how my mom felt; she shared a dream, her dream with me, and I turned it my own and made a bright new start from it; the song of the Big Ben conquered my heart as it charmed my mom's; on Parlament Square I found too the love for life and the passion for living...