Today is a milestone in our family’s story.

My two youngest sisters and my youngest brother left with my father, to fly to the United States… and when they will be back here is uncertain.

Surprisingly, I feel no sadness for their parting. My grandmother told us last night, “I don’t want to cry.” My 2nd brother reportedly shed tears at the airport. I had none of that.

Maybe, because I’m sure that we will meet again.

Maybe, because I’ve experienced it before, when my eldest sister left.

But I do feel that the house is a little empty.