Some comments can be quite harmful, the thing is not the last time you felt offended, but how many times you tried to offend others because of some inferioty complex? And some comments can lead to new stories, such as this one that I'm about to tell...

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THE COMMENT

- You gained weight!

First thing I hear when I come back home, how is it possible that every year I gain some volume if I still have the same 80 kg? Just impossible! Sometimes I think people want to make me angry.

ANGRYNESS!

Right... Why do I feel so angry? Is being fat such a bad thing?

- Thank you, I guess...

- It was not a compliment, try going to the gym after new year!

- Ok mom...

We take the car from the airport direct to a restaurant near by... Maybe I didn't get fatter, but how heavy I feel, specially inside the all-you-eat restaurant, all you should not eat and all the guilts...

GUILTINESS!

Like everything about me, my name could not be smaller: Ana Carolina Ferreira da Silva e Souza, but for my driver's license: Ana C F S e Souza... Maybe I can cut myself in half someday...

I wish living my life could be as easier as taking the car e driving to a new place and maybe I'd find some peace of mind along the way...

As we pay the bill, I see everyone's full and heavy, but not me, I behaved...

- Ana can drive us home, she seems okay.

To get home is another 2 hours by car... My mom can be quite thorny...

- She travelled for 18 hours, she must be tired...

- I bet she slept a lot... She can drive!

She's right, I can drive, I must drive and I want to drive! I want to be in control of something in my life!

CONTROL!

Once we take the highway, the fast pacing feels like strokes painting the windows as a lullaby to my family.

Once I hear snoring... I turn off the music, the gps and see a sign "Farm Recanto Feliz! We have fresh Pamonha! Right Exit!"

Once living abroad for so long, I start missing the little things, such as a typical food from my hometown. I guess they wouldn't mind... I wouldn't mind arriving home later, after so many hours of travel...

I take the right path and soon I see trees, 80 km/h.

I tremble from the bumpy asphalt, 60 km/h.

I smile to the little birds in the sky, 40 km/h.

I open the window to the fresh air, 30 km/h.

I cross the wooden bridge, 20 km/h.

I hear some distant laughs, 10 km/h.

I stop, 0 km/h.

HOME!

- Are we home yet?

My family seems confused and I don't want to anwser, so as I get out of the car to eat my pamonha I look back...

- Am I? Home?

I guess some weights are worth gaining, because I never felt so light eating what I miss.

THE COMMENT - THE END

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What a journey, but was it only about "physical food"? Sometime all the hungriness is for something more emotional than survival.

I wish I could fill my void too, but no amount of food is enough to bring her back... But I still have some love inside this shrinking body.

With love, Erica of the Dawn.

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Author's note:

I hope you've enjoyed this short story, I'm no professional writer and my mother language is not english, so feel comfortable to give advice and feedback.

More about me > https://linktr.ee/patriciamiyazima

Thanks for reading!