54. Welcome to France, to LeMonde, and to My Life
Amelia
During my flight, I feel butterflies fluttering inside me. I am anxious. This is the beginning of my new life. At exactly thirty years old, I have a fresh start, and I intend to make the most of this new opportunity. I try not to let the sad faces of my children come to mind, as saying goodbye to them was very painful. But I know they tried hard not to show their pain. It was very strange that their father didn't come. He seemed very determined to see me off, but that's irrelevant now. Our paths are now parallel and will only cross when it concerns our children.
I try to sleep a little since the flight is long, so I recline and close my eyes. Flashes of my life pass through my mind. I can't believe that the dream I had as a child
