Sentir . . . que veinte años no es nada

Dear Friends:

Today, 20 years ago, I last saw the land of my birth.

This is the anniversary of what I can only describe as the saddest Christmas of my life. There is nothing that can compare to the excruciating sadness of emigrating whilst leaving family, friends, and a life behind, knowing well that it's impossible to go back. 

I was only eight when we left but the momentous weight of the occasion was not lost on me. I will forever remember saying goodbye to my great-grandmother, the tearful hugs at the airport, the prayer my dad said before we boarded the Miami-Toronto flight. 

I may have grown up in a war-torn country but I had a happy childhood. But God brought my family to Canada, a country that has given us more than we could ever hope to repay. The Lord has been faithful. The Lord has been good.

Algun dia volvere (one day I will return),

A Canadian in Paris

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