My brother’s house is full of love.
I drove through the dusky landscape, through green orchards of avocadoes, across deserts and pine forests. There nestled against a wildlife preserve atop a hill was my brother’s house. Inside I found happy children, an expectant mother, and my brother. I met my godson for the first time in almost five years and I felt the awful isolation, the price I have paid for my life in the islands. I was amongst my family, blood of my blood, and I could see how much I missed living across the abyssal sea.
It was a bittersweet farewell to that family. I hope I get the chance to visit more often.