I found pictures from several years ago. Those were the days were every thing was going right for me back in Chile, at least, that is what I thought. I was working for this Strategic Communication Company with another 4 fun journalists, some of them with so much experience and so many interesting things to tell… it was fun.
I was doing Public Relations and I was good at it. Talking to other journalists working in medias, getting my little articles published… sweet.
I had my Good friend Andres, now the God father of Thomas. He was finishing his Thesis and becoming in a real Lawyer! We used to do so much together.
My family was still in one piece, the old strong structure was firm despite the years with out real change. My father doing his Master degree in Education, so happy he could study again after so many years doing nothing but working as a teacher, wasting his voice away with the naughty teenagers and Greek Philosophy. He loved it though. My grand mother was just getting old, but strong enough to live through another winter. My great aunty and my nanny, how she used to like to be called, always serving to the family and being like a mother to me. Even my Dalmatian dog was barking and moving his tail full of life.

My good friend Andres in the flat Phillip rented while in Chile.
Nothing was really important back then. My salary was spent in stupidity, cloth and summer fun. The beginning of year 2000 was one of the happiest in my life. My family was all there and I met the person who was become in my true love and the father of my children.
After that summer, and after the most magical 2 weeks in Chile, I left to join Phillip in the Uk, to start a new life together. Strictly and literary a new life, with all its words. When I left, my grand mother died, then my father, then My grand aunty… even my dog…
I do not think about their death as often as I used to. I do not cry any more as I used to, I have some sadness only when I think about they could not meet my 2 children. They would have adored my 2 little gringos. My father would have gone on and on about all the historical stuff about Great Britain and the empire, and even, Margaret Thatcher! My grand mothers would had maybe, thought about my Grand father the Spanish one, who was very gringo alike: blond and blue eyed.
My new life really started in the year 2000. Then 2001 I had Thomas and since then, another story has been written in my skin. For better or for worse, all seem in the past now and I grab with all my fingers the chance of being happy with my little family.

Andres and Thomas with 8th months
Thomas as a baby. 9 months old.