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 Morón, Ciego de Ávila, and reunited with us, who had traveled ahead and had been living here in Camagüey 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 alegrías por igual, tal como los sentimientos que me provoca esta fotografía.
En la imagen ven a mi niña Abby y su primito Caleb cuando solo tenían seis años y ya han pasado otros seis desde entonces.
Aunque no lo parezca por la notoria diferencia de tamaños, él es solo tres meses mayor que ella. Desde que nacieron han vivido, estudiado y jugado juntos, más como hermanos que como primos, porque aunque mudamos de provincia dos veces durante su infancia; mi hermana
La fotografía la tomamos cuando ellos abandonaron Morón, Ciego de Ávila y se reunieron con nosotros que nos habíamos adelantado y ya vivíamos aquí en Camagüey hacía un par de meses.
Ese día no hubo quien separara a los primos, habían pasado dos meses sin verse por primera vez en sus tiernas vidas, y para ambos fue como volver a respirar con suficiente oxígeno.
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 día.
Hoy, mirándolos, reparé en que están abrazados en medio de un camino y quiero creer que es una imagen profética, que andando y andando volverán 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
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