I was in the kitchen when the thought of writing about today came into mind. Actually, today's happening started last year and a few days ago, Carlo reminded my youngest daughter to shine her shoes. Then yesterday, he mentioned that again, and the two of them started cleaning my daughter's Doc Martens. There she was standing in front of her parents, getting ready for today's event. I told her that I'd take her to the Gare Cornavin.
And so this morning, we biked our way to the bus stop, where a road repair is still underway. Then from Pont-Rouge there's the tram 15. While in the tram, we reread the email and looking at her hair, I suggested that we buy hair clips in Migros. Afterwards, taking the bus to rue Monthoux, we were half an hour early. So then off to a café, where we ordered a too-strong for us ginger ale. She reminded me again that I was supposed to leave her at the Gare Cornavin. I smiled and crossed the street with her, leading to the hotel. We stood in front of this gigantic, imposing building in front of the lake. I did her hair clip again. She smiled, waited for 2 more mins.
We were in front of the hotel's restaurant and the actual entrance was by the side of the street. I looked at her again, prayed silently that she'd be ok.
So there she is, my youngest. Entering the hotel with her backpack, where she put her lunch box prepared by my husband. Clothes ironed by Nanay. Shoes are shiningly clean. I slowly walked away but not until after I checked my phone, just in case she sent me a msg, asking me for something, anything.
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