My nephew

Today is my nephew’s birthday.
A little over a month ago, I saw him again after more than seven years. The last time I’d seen him was in Cuba, and he was still a little boy. As life would have it, I never returned to my home country, and that was the longest period of time I’d ever gone without seeing him.
I don’t know if it was luck or misfortune, but he emigrated with his mother, and after spending some time in the U.S., they were able to visit us.
We only got to spend a weekend together, and of course, there wasn’t nearly enough time.
Now my nephew, the one who used to tug at my feet to wake me up, is taller than me. He’s turning 17, and I still see him just as I did the last time I said goodbye to him in Cuba.