Greetings, dear community, beloved blogging family, today is TBT Thursday, filled with nostalgia and joy alike, just like the feelings this photograph evokes in me.
In the picture, you see my little girl Abby and her cousin Caleb when they were only six years old, and it's been another six years since then.
Although it might not seem like it due to the noticeable size difference, he's only three months older than her. Since they were born, they've lived, studied, and played together, more like siblings than cousins, because even though we moved provinces twice during their childhood, my sister 
We took the photograph when they left Mor贸n, Ciego de 脕vila, and reunited with us, who had traveled ahead and had been living here in Camag眉ey for a couple of months.
That day, there was no one to separate the cousins. It had been two months since they had seen each other for the first time in their tender lives, and for both of them, it was like breathing enough oxygen again.
Because of the way the instruments of power condition our lives, in one of those unexpected and inevitable twists and turns imposed on us, Caleb had to emigrate to British Guiana, leaving Abby in Cuba.
It's been not a couple of months, but 12 full months since that hug was repeated. Neither of them gets used to it, neither of them resigned themselves; the air has never been as rich as it was that day.
Today, looking at them, I noticed them embracing in the middle of a path, and I want to believe it's a prophetic image, that walking and walking they will find each other again, that when love doesn't wane, all, all paths lead us back to family.
Thank you for sharing a few minutes of your time with me; they meant a lot. I hug you.
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Saludos, querida comunidad, amada familia de blogueros, hoy es jueves de TBT, de nostalgias y alegr铆as por igual, tal como los sentimientos que me provoca esta fotograf铆a.
En la imagen ven a mi ni帽a Abby y su primito Caleb cuando solo ten铆an seis a帽os y ya han pasado otros seis desde entonces.
Aunque no lo parezca por la notoria diferencia de tama帽os, 茅l es solo tres meses mayor que ella. Desde que nacieron han vivido, estudiado y jugado juntos, m谩s como hermanos que como primos, porque aunque mudamos de provincia dos veces durante su infancia; mi hermana
La fotograf铆a la tomamos cuando ellos abandonaron Mor贸n, Ciego de 脕vila y se reunieron con nosotros que nos hab铆amos adelantado y ya viv铆amos aqu铆 en Camag眉ey hac铆a un par de meses.
Ese d铆a no hubo quien separara a los primos, hab铆an pasado dos meses sin verse por primera vez en sus tiernas vidas, y para ambos fue como volver a respirar con suficiente ox铆geno.
A causa de la manera en que los instrumentos del poder condicionan nuestras vidas, en uno de esos giros inesperados e inevitables que se nos imponen, Caleb tuvo que emigrar a la Guyana Inglesa dejando a Abby en Cuba.
Ya hace, no un par, sino 12 meses completos en que ese abrazo no se repite. Ninguno de los dos se acostumbra, ninguno se resigna, el aire no ha vuelto a ser tan rico como en aquel d铆a.
Hoy, mir谩ndolos, repar茅 en que est谩n abrazados en medio de un camino y quiero creer que es una imagen prof茅tica, que andando y andando volver谩n a encontrarse, que cuando el amor no mengua, todos, todos los caminos nos llevan de vuelta a la familia.
Gracias por compartir unos minutos de tu tiempo conmigo, significaron mucho. Te abrazo
La redacci贸n de este post est谩 libre de IA. La fotograf铆a me pertenece y los banners se editaron en Canva
