My mum and dad have been married for 34 years now. It’s like a lifetime together, and if I’m not sure they still love each other the same way their did when they first met, I know they still have love for each other and that’s what count really isn’t it ?
I was born a year later, mum said they were impatient to have me. That make me happy and so sad at the same time, they were so young and had so much expectations.
Now I’m an adult, thirty-three years old, I left home a decade ago for Paris 6000 kilometres away, my little sister followed and then my little brother and now my parents are all alone back home in Martinique.
All alone in their four bedroom house with three empty bedroom. Two of those with an amazing and unobstructed view on the ocean, all open to the immensity of the world where far away their children are trying to build their own lives.
How could such a beautiful view being so sad ?