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Dear Readers,

I’m sorry I haven’t been very active lately. Turns out moving across the world is not very easy. I’ll have a more elaborate post for you soon, but until then please enjoy this beautiful picture!




Romance is not Dead

& thank you La La Land for reminding us!

This movie is by far the best thing I’ve watched in years. It celebrates romance, love, music, art and everything that goes with it.

I’ve been dying to watch it when it came out in the movie theatres but I decided to wait and watch it alone in the comfort of my own home; not because I don’t love the Cinema, but because I had a feeling I would need my personal space to freely express myself with this one.

This movie is the perfect example demonstrating that romance does not belong somewhere in the past. It’s a musical set at our time, our world, and it does not lack any star quality that all well loved musicals do and frankly it rises the hopes of every repressed person nowadays forced to live a dull life in order to live by, forced to give up on his/her dreams and creativity because “love” is for fairytales.

The music is astonishing and it makes you want to be a part of the story. It makes you want to take a plane in LA and spend your days in old movie theatres, or have a whiskey at a Jazz bar. Just because we’re in the future it doesn’t mean we can’t incorporate the past in it, or appreciate it and learn from it. We have become harsh, cold, distant; this movie is simply dreamy.


The most important part of the movie for me is the ending, and the way that I have interpreted it. See, even in this dreamy setting, this dreamy big love, it’s proven that little decisions can change the course of our entire lives. If Sebastian hadn’t pushed Mia that day at the bar, if he hadn’t joined the band, if he was at Mia’s play…viewing how their life could have been together in combination with the indescribable music made me sob like a baby. They could have achieved their dreams together. They didn’t, but when they saw each other again after 5 years, having achieved their dreams separately and having completely different lives, in the end they were able to be happy for each other’s happiness, even though they both knew deep down they would love each other forever.

“One decision can change the course of your entire life, so choose wisely.

Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life


Remember my post about the movie Fantastic Beasts? It was named “Bring me Back my Childhood”, because it brought back a recollection of beautiful and magical memories. But, for your surprise it is not only J. K. Rowling that has the ability of bringing magic in real life! I initially intended of mentioning Gilmore Girls’ 2016 mini series in the last post but after careful consideration I decided it deserved it’s own entry in this blog.

If you’re not a fan of Gilmore Girls stop reading NOW, as you will find this article extremely dull and unnecessarily detailed. If you were obsessed with each and every one of the series’ 7 seasons, (like me), and you checked Gilmore Girls’ facebook page everyday since summer following the announcement of an 8th season, then you’re in the right place right here my friend.

The Waiting

Okay, the time passing between the announcement of the “Year in the Life” and it actually being released passed SO SO SO slow for me that I honestly consider it a torture. They did a great job building it up and making all the devoted fans realize how much they’ve been missing it.


This particular picture, my friends, made me want to cry as Lorelai and Rory Gilmore were one of the main reasons I became obsessed with coffee. I can confirm I was counting down the days until the release and I literally ditched my boyfriend in order to stay home and watch the first episode!

The History

Oh what a beautiful story that was! The first episode of Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, starts with a selection of catch phrases and voices of our favorite characters, and some super characteristic dialogues. This made me smile; in fact, my smile must have been so wide that the edges of it must have reached my ears, and my eyes were wet of course, since I could hardly hold back the tears of excitement.

This is the story we all identified with, even though probably none of us had such a relationship with their parents. It’s not that it was the ideal relationship, but it was just so beautiful, so engaging. We cried when Rory cried, we struggled when Lorelai struggled and let’s not mention the agony when we all knew she HAD to be with Luke but it seemed like it was NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

When the series ended I cried like there was no tomorrow and I felt like I didn’t have enough of them yet. What was gonna happen to everyone? How would their life evolve?

A Year in the Life

First of all, the episodes were huge, which got criticized by some, but I loooooved it! The more I get from Gilmore Girls the better. Of course, I did not like that the episodes were only 4.

There was an overall climate of sadness following Richard’s death and I felt as if I had lost someone of my own. Emily though, had a lovely development. Clearly the loss of her husband made her realize who she is without him, and she was not happy with that person and did her best to change. I loved that she realized it’s not late to reinvent herself.


Lorelai did get her happy ending, being with Luke, but she did not want to compromise anymore. She realized that it is not a crime to want more, she went through some ups and downs trying to reach that conclusion but she did in the end, and her life, although a bit late, turned out exactly the way she deserved.

In regards to Rory, we all remember her being the most organized kid ever in the past, having goals and a very specific path for her future which led her to Chilton and later Yale, graduating top of her class, always made us feel proud of her, as if we WERE her or her friend or mother in some ways; but some hidden aspects of Rory started coming out when she felt confused and started doubting herself while at Yale, taking a semester off to figure things out. This uncertainty continued in the 2016 season since Rory seemed a bit lost in various aspects of her life. Professionally she got confused while chasing the big success, forgetting the ideas which made her unique. It was Jess, her “almost big love” who gave her a ticket back on to her train of thought when he suggested that she write a book about hers and her mom’s story.

That’s where we saw Lorelai’s self esteem issues coming to the surface when she denied Rory the permission of including details about her life in there, being too afraid that she is going to be judged by her mother, Emily, about the way she brought up her daughter. After Lorelai resolving the blank spaces of her life we see her starting feeling proud and even a little complimented by the idea of the book, and I bet she made millions of people around the world cry when she went like:

“and lose the “THE”, make it “Gilmore Girls

In the love life department we see Rory even more confused and perhaps a bit stuck in the past. It’s very clear when she accidentally bumps into Dan. The awkwardness filling the air  is obvious and maybe even some regrets flying around. One of the drawbacks of this season was the fact that no resolution was given for the Rory-Jess romance. Jess is portrayed to clearly still have feelings for Rory, but the situation between them has been very vague since Gilmore Girls’ season 7.

I’m sure you don’t need to take a deep trip back in your memory in order to remember Logan’s proposal to Rory in 7th season and her glorious “NO” to him, which sadly ended in their parting, leaving Rory single at the end of season 7.

Unto The Breach

Year in the Life clearly portrays Rory as stuck in the past and maybe a bit in denial, since she maintains a relationship with Logan whenever she is in London with “no strings attached” although he is engaged to be married, while she is clearly still in love with him. Her goodbye to him was maybe one of her more mature moments; it showed understanding that it is time for her to move on and take responsibility for her choices, but guys it is so HEARTBREAKING.

The Finale

Now, you know me, you know I’m honest and you know how I loved every moment of the new Gilmore Girls season. I will confirm that I loved the ending scene only with one condition:


I mean come on, seriously, Rory can’t just drop the bomb that she is pregnant, clearly with Logan’s baby, and then end the series for ever. There has to be more, we want more, we love Gilmore Girls, we love Stars Hollow, we love Logan and Rory. If there is no continuation to this story (and if it continues when I’m 40 it doesn’t count), I will utterly change my opinion about the whole series, which is a shame, because I honestly and unconditionally love everything about it.

“Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life” ending was an experience equivalent to a heartbreak. 

Bring me Back my Childhood

The incredible experience of travelling back in time.

During the course of two weeks I had the chance to experience a fascinating and emotional trip back in time, speaking of course about the movie Fantastic Beasts and where to Find them. Like most young people of my generation, I was and I am a big fan of Harry Potter. Not just about the movies as movies, but mostly about the genius that is J. K. Rowling ! You have to give that to her, the woman conceived a whole world, with every possible detail about it carefully thought.

Those names of spells? I mean how did she come up with them, names of places, do you know how many times I had a dream of walking into Olivander’s as a kid and letting my wand choose me; or spending a chilled afternoon in the Three Broomsticks enjoying a butterbeer (not wanting to think of how many calories that would have). Who can forget about Platform nine and three-quarters, how did she think of THAT?
I have watched and re-watched the whole franchise over 5 times, which is incredibly time consuming but I honestly do not care, and every time I end up crying not just about the whole Harry Potter World being over, but mostly about the fact that I’m never going to be a part of it, I am never going to Hogwarts because it is just not real  😦

I think my generation is the most emotionally involved one with Harry Potter cause we grew up along with the characters. We were about the same age as Harry in the first movie, and every year along with them we were a bit older too, and thus, the movies were transforming from movies for kids to amazing fiction and sometimes even horror, right in front of us. When I heard about Fantastic Beasts I booked a ticket for the premier like two weeks ahead. When I was buying my popcorn before the movie started, a deep feeling of thrill overwhelmed me. Needless to say, when the movie started I kept weeping, for no reason, just for being a part of the wizarding world once again.

The movie, as a movie, cannot be compared with any of the Harry Potter movies. It was vert enjoyable to watch and it did have that magic in the air, but still, not Harry Potter. However, just the chance to be inside the piece of this story, the genious ideas of J. K. Rowling again coming to the big screen, moved me so much and made me so happy because I genuinly thought I would have to compromise to watching and rewatching Harry Potter in order to get a glimpse of magic. I’m hearing that the new franchise has a lot more to give, especially in regards to Albus’s background and early years, so that is an exciting twist, plus the connections to the Harry Potter movies already show and it is said to have an even better incorporation of later history in the next movies.

Time is Running Out

Disclamer: The pills shown in the video are simple antibiotics which had expired so I used them for the sake of art. The drink is actually whiskey, and trying to bare in mind all the criticisms of the last video, I wasn’t actually drinking it, I was just pretending to.

Our generation is a confused generation; we are bombarded with millions of news, developments, changes, life-changing decisions, everyday and in contrast to what many of our elders believe, I think we might be one of the most politically involved generations with the most critical thought and financial awareness that the world has seen for many years in young people (with exceptions of course).

There are, however, a few issues that remain unresolved, as maybe we have focused too much on “survival of the fittest” issues. We have become competitive, sharp, efficient and we have learned to adapt and to cope in order to succeed during those difficult financial times, but maybe in the process we have forgotten to pay attention not only to our fellow men and women, but to our selfs, our needs, our problems.

We have too much expectations and we are too easy to judge people. We no longer have the time to look beneath the surface or make an effort to empathise, let alone to sympathise. We expect people to have fun, to always think that they “always live once”, but to still hold it together up to the point that it is socially acceptable. We should simply accept that people might not be okay sometimes, and that is totally normal, it is not weak and it is not pathetic. It is normal, because we are no gods, and instead of trying to play gods, judging anyone that crosses paths with us, we should maybe be trying to see behind their actions. Maybe that way we’d actually get to help some people, and trust me it doesn’t take much effort to help someone.

Kung Fu

Dear readers,

This is a video I am very proud of, since it took a lot of effort in planning, filming and editing; but besides the technical effort  put into it there was also a lot of emotion from my part. This video is not trying to portray a woman in a leotard dancing and being sexual for no reason, rather than the embodiment of a woman who spends her days living up to the standards of the society (being beautiful) but in the end she is still left empty, looking for something she cannot find.

I’ve heard a lot of criticism and controversial opinions about it, including the words “awfully sexy” and “provocative”. I initially got offended and upset that people could not appreciate and recognise my efforts and my artistic side. I was even told that I might lose my chance of getting into an Ivy League because of that video, or lose a job. After careful thinking I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t offended by the people saying those things to me. I was offended by the double-standards set by the society. The fact that no-one would bat an eye if i was dancing on the beach with nothing but a revealing bikini but it’s too offensive wearing a leotard, or biting your lips. I am angry that women are forced to suppress their sexuality, as if it is something bad and offensive. Especially when it comes to art.

This video was an attempt to share my emotions with the world, not through words, but through art, and we all know very well that an equivalent video by a male would not cause ANY controversy whatsoever. If i’m going to lose opportunities in my life because people cannot accept who I am then so be it. I am proud of my body, I am proud of my art, and I am proud of my personality, so I don’t want to be a part of a society stuck in the past.

Bullying Exists in College,

…and it can have a more serious impact

What is it all about

We all know that high school can be a time of excitement, happiness and pretty much discovering a lot of aspects of ones’ self, as it is a highly transitional period, but a lot of kids experience high school as traumatic because, unfortunately, bullying has grown to be a huge and very often occurring issue in modern times.

Although this is a very important topic, this article is not going to discuss that. The focus of this article is bullying in College.

People enter college in early adulthood, when most of them have pretty much formed an adequate self-image; some of them might have low self esteem or confidence and might be feeling uncomfortable with their image but most of them enter college with the assumption that since they are going to be surrounded by adults there is going to be a general climate of acceptance, regardless of how they look, or how they think they look. Honestly, I wish this was the case, but due to certain personal experience, sadly, I realized that it is not, and while bullying in high school is a terrible experience, bullying in college can have direct consequences on somebody’s future.

This could make a great research paper or dissertation, but since this is a blog I am going to try to pass my message through narrating how I experienced it and the impact it had on me, hoping it is going to help young people copy with it by viewing it through my perspective.

My Story

I am currently in my senior year in College, for those of you who haven’t read my bio or previous posts, I am majoring in Psychology, so the topic of stigmatizing, and generally psychologically attacking people, is a very important issue for me. As a senior I felt it was really important to engage in things that matter and that can make a difference, even on a small scale, because it seemed to me that studying and being a good student is not enough for me in order to develop into the person that I want to develop.
Subsequently, since last year I’ve been researching for ways through I could offer any skills or knowledge that I may have to people who would be interested in that.
In that context I decided to run for the student governing body of one of the societies of my college. After voting procedures I was assigned a position in that society, which I was extremely happy about since I really believed that me and the rest of the group could reach out to people and raise awareness of certain issues. What I didn’t know back then is that people, for whatever reason, find it very fascinating to talk behind peoples’ backs and saying things about you that have no basis, without even stopping for a second to consider what kind of psychological impact that might have on a person.

I don’t really hang out with many people from College, not because I don’t like them, just because I was always very concentrated in attending my courses, doing my job, studying, and I also spend a lot of time at school with my boyfriend so I don’t really know many people. Thus, you can understand that it came as a surprise to me when I learned that people who I have no idea who they are have been talking about me, spreading rumors that could have serious impact on my future.I was blamed from members of this society about things that did not even make sense, and although they seemed to be very supportive when I came out and expressed my indignation about people making up things, and I told them about how this has made me feel horrible about myself and led me to hold myself accountable for things I didn’t do, they still went ahead and spread more rumors blaming me for even more things that I haven’t done.
I continued doing my job in this society, without being aware at that time about the things being said behind my back, until I was publicly humiliated at my workplace, in front of my co-workers and my boss because I said I couldn’t change my work hours (since we have a stable schedule). I never thought that, as an adult, I would have to spend 15 minutes crying in the bathroom but turns out THAT HAPPENED. FUN!

After this I realized that I had really lost myself. I was not in the mood to go to College anymore, I felt guilty for things that I haven’t done, I felt that people were looking at me and judging me, and honestly I just wanted to crawl under my blanket and cry all day. I came to the conclusion that this atmosphere was impacting my mental health much more than it should, and although I am not a quitter, I decided that I would never be able to make the difference that I want next to that kind of people. So I quit, and for the first time in months I felt like I am getting myself back. That was when I called the ONE friend that I had within this society, who experienced bullying as well from the same people and I did nothing about it  because I was too afraid of conflict. People said that I was after another persons position while actually the person who spread that rumor was the one who was pushing in order for me to get that position when I honestly did not care about it.
I don’t like things being said behind people’s backs so i let that person know that I know what he/she said about me and that I am not interested in giving any continuation to this issue, I just wanted out of the society in order to continue my life next to people that really care about me. The result was that person yelling to me in front of my professor, and another 15 minutes of crying in the bathroom.

I don’t care about what people say anymore, I have the texts to prove who said what, but I am not interested. I just consider unacceptable the fact that I got bullied in front of my professor and my boss. It made me very vulnerable, and I spent some very hard hours contemplating on what had happened but it led me to some very important realizations.


First of all, if people speak about you behind your back it doesn’t mean that there is something wrong with you. In fact it is probably the opposite. Just think that it is college and you don’t have to be friends with everyone, all you need to do is to focus on your studies and how to help yourself do the best that you can do.

You matter the most, and don’t let anyone make you doubt that. You don’t need to listen to anything that people have to say about you unless they are people who care about you and all they want is to help you improve. Your mental health is what matters the most and you don’t need to sacrifice it for any shallow person who is willing to bring you down. Protecting yourself should be your number one priority, and do not show them weakness like I did.

My point is that unfortunately we are going to encounter that kind of people in our life and we must find ways to deal with them without becoming depressed. Just think that a person who acts against someone without thinking that he might be putting that person’s job or academic life at stake maybe needs more help than you can imagine.

Turn your back on people who want you to compromise yourself and be who they want you to be.

Follow the link bellow to read 5 facts about bullying in College:

The Passing

I am generally against all this hypocrisy surrounding a death, where usually people who didn’t know the deceased, or barely knew him, appear to be so devastated, when in reality they would have taken it harder if their dog died. When a person dies that doesn’t make him/her a saint and nobody has to pretend as if he/she lived life as an angel, or try super hard to find a memory with that person to cry about.
I don’t like or support that mentality…IN GENERAL…but recently when a person passed, although I’ve never met her myself, but I know people who had, and have, a very dear space in their hearts about her. This girl was a little bit older than me and she had cancer. While she did her chemo-therapies, trying to battle cancer every way she could, she chose not to give up on life. She chose to not only battle cancer, but also the stigmatization that surrounds it, as most illnesses, especially fatal.

This girl, was a fellow blogger, and although she had days which were terrible she chose to write about it, share her experiences, and how being ill didn’t make her less of a person. She was a university student, a blogger, and a very loved person by many. She tried to show the way to anyone who needed help, trying to pass along the message that being ill doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life. She always tried to not leave a day pass without being able to say that she had at least one beautiful moment.

Like I mentioned above, I’ve never met her, but I was reading her blog and since I myself am battling certain health issues, maybe not fatal, but still challenging, it was a huge relief seeing someone so young and brave not giving a damn about whether someone would feel pity, she did not pity her self at all and by her stance, none did anyone else!!! Just going out her doing her thing and trying to help people view life the same way. And trust me it is not hypocritical at all when I say that since I’ve learned about her passing there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t thought about what a great loss the world just experienced.

I deeply hope that more people will choose to follow her example even without her there and learn to appreciate life, however that is given to us!


Καθόταν στο σκληρό παρκέ και δεν μπορούσε να πάρει ανάσα. Αυτό ήταν το μόνο που μπορούσε να θυμηθεί απο εκείνο το βράδυ.

Όταν ξύπνησε δεν αναγνώρισε το μέρος στο οποίο βρισκόταν. Οι τοίχοι ηταν γκρι αλλα μάλλον κάποτε ήταν άσπροι, και μπορούσε να διακρίνει διάσπαρτους καφέ λεκέδες εδώ και εκεί. Ένιωσε ένα έντονο τσούξιμο στους καρπούς της και της πήρε αρκετή ώρα να προσαρμόσει τα δεδομένα που βρισκόταν γύρω της.

Πρώτον, στο δωμάτιο ήταν μόνη της, δεύτερον ήταν ξαπλωμένη στο πάτωμα και τα χέρια της ήταν σφιχτά δεμένα σε ενα καλοριφέρ, και τρίτον δεν υπήρχε τίποτα στο δωμάτιο, κανένα έπιπλο, κανένα σημείο ζωής.

Τότε άρχισαν να παρέρχονται στο μυαλό της ένα ένα τα γεγονότα της προηγούμενης βραδιάς. Το ταϊλανδέζικο φαγητο που παρήγγειλε μαζι με τον πατέρα της, το πως έριξε το κρασί της πάνω στο άσπρο και ακριβό φόρεμα της όταν η πόρτα άνοιξε απότομα και τρεις μεγαλόσωμοι και οπλισμένοι άντρες βίαια μπήκαν στο λοφτ τους χωρίς καμία εξήγηση. Τον πατέρα της που της φώναζε να φύγει απο το δωμάτιο, τους άντρες να ξεστομίζουν βρισιές και να μιλάνε έντονα για λεφτα, την ένταση της συζήτησης να ανεβαίνει όλο και περισσότερο, τον ένα απο αυτούς να τραβάει ένα περίστροφο απο την εσωτερική τσέπη του ατσαλάκωτου σακακιού του, το όπλο να στρέφεται προς το μέρος της, απειλές για τη ζωη της αν ο πατέρας της δεν είχε τα λεφτά τους, ο ήχος της σκανδάλης, το σώμα του πατέρα της να μπαίνει προστατευτικά μπροστά της, αίμα να ποτίζει τα μαλλιά και τη μπλούζα της, αίμα στο πάτωμα, στον τοίχο, το σώμα του πατέρα της να πέφτει και τα μάτια του να την κοιτάνε για μια τελευταία φορά.

Για αυτο ηταν στο πάτωμα και εκείνη, για αυτό δεν μπορούσε να αναπνεύσει, μάλλον θα έκλαιγε και ας μη το θυμόταν. Την νάρκωσαν και την εφέραν στο δωμάτιο, αυτό υποψιαζόταν τουλάχιστον.

Ήθελε να κλάψει πάλι αλλά δεν θα τη βοηθούσε σε κάτι. Τα συναισθήματα της όμως ήταν πολύ έντονα και πολυ αρνητικά και δεν κατάφερνε να τα διαχειριστεί. Ήθελε να νοιώσει οποιοδήποτε άλλο είδος πόνου εκτός απο αυτο που την κατάπινε. Χωρίς να το καταλάβει δάγκωνε το κάτω χείλος της, τόσο δυνατά που είχε αρχίσει να ματώνει, και όσο πιο πολυ μάτωνε τοσο πιο δυνατά το δάγκωνε. Το αίμα έσταξε στο πάτωμα και το κοίταξε με μίσος. Δεν ήθελε να ξαναδεί αίμα.

Κάποια στιγμή κοιμήθηκε και όταν ξύπνησε είχε μπροστά της μια ποπ Τάρτ με γεύση φράουλα την οποία δεν άγγιξε. Ειχε χάσει τις ώρες γιατι το δωμάτιο δεν είχε παράθυρο παρά μόνο έναν αεραγωγό. Πονούσαν τα χείλη της αλλά δεν την ένοιαζε. Ποτέ δεν έβλεπε το πρόσωπο εκείνου που της έφερνε φαγητό και νερό και ούτε της μίλαγε. Της έλειπε ο μπαμπάς της, οι φίλες της, η ζωή της.

Πάντα είχε ότι ήθελε εκτός απο τη μητέρα της που μετα το διαζύγιο ήταν πάντα απών. Όσο ήταν σε εκείνο το δωμάτιο σκέφτηκε πολλές φορές αν άξιζε αυτο που της συνέβη. Αν η αυταρχική συμπεριφορά της στους γύρω της όλα αυτα τα χρόνια και η αδυναμία της να είναι εκει συναισθηματικά για τους άλλους την οδήγησε σε αυτο το δωμάτιο. Αλλά δεν είχε βλάψει ποτέ κανένα, δεν της άξιζε αυτό. Σε αυτό το συμπέρασμα κατέληγε κάθε φορα που έκανε τέτοιες σκέψεις.

Μετά απο κάποιες μέρες έκλαιγε πολύ. Σκεφτόταν όλους όσους ήξερε και αν κανένας απ αυτούς θα ειχε παρατηρήσει οτι έλειπε. Αν η αστυνομία ειχε βρει το πτώμα του πατέρα της, η αν ήταν ακομα εκεί. Αν η μαμά της την είχε ψάξει, αν είχε στεναχωρεθεί για τον πατέρα της και αν είχε ανησυχήσει για την κόρη της.

Όταν την έβγαλαν απο το δωμάτιο της είχαν καλύψει τα μάτια και την είχαν βάλλει σε ένα αμάξι. Θυμόταν οτι ήταν πολυ ώρα εκει μέσα και οτι την ενοχλούσε η μυρωδιά απο τα δερμάτινα καθίσματα. Ίσως και να την ενοχλούσε η δίκη της μυρωδιά. Δεν ήθελε να ασχοληθεί.

Όταν την έβγαλαν απ το αυτοκίνητο και της ελευθέρωσαν τα μάτια είδε σε απόσταση τη μητέρα της να κλαίει και έναν άντρα να πλησιάζει με ένα μεγάλο σάκο. Σκέφτηκε πως σίγουρα θα ειχε λεφτά μέσα. Τα συναισθήματα της ήταν μπερδεμένα. Ήταν χαρούμενη που έβλεπε την μητέρα της, ήταν σοκαρισμένη και επίσης δεν ήξερε γιατι η μαμά της ήταν εκει. Επειδη την αγαπούσε ;

Οταν η μητέρα της την έπιασε επιτέλους στα χέρια της την αγκάλιασε και ξέσπασε σε κλάμματα, αλλα δεν είπε τίποτα. Καμια απ τις δυο δεν είπε τίποτα. Κάθισαν στο αυτοκίνητο και κατευθύνθηκαν προς το σπίτι της μητέρας της.

“Και τώρα τι;” κατάφερε να πει εκείνη μετά απο αρκετή ώρα.

“Καταλαβαίνω οτι η συνθήκες είναι άσχημες, και καταλαβαίνω οτι δεν ήμουν η καλύτερη μητέρα εδώ και πολλά χρόνια.. αλλά πραγματικά μετά απο κάποιο σημείο, όταν ήξερα οτι ειχα ήδη χάσει τόσα απ τη ζωή σου, παρόλο που κατάλαβα το λάθος μου δεν μπορούσα να σε προσεγγίσω. Ειναι δειλό το ξέρω, αλλά δεν μπορούσα. Τωρα λοιπόν ήρθε η ώρα να ειμαι η μαμά σου. Να σε βοηθήσω να σηκωθείς, να είμαι δίπλα σου, να σε δω να προχωράς και να γίνω η γιαγιά των παιδιών σου. Ίσως τα καταφέρω καλύτερα μαζι τους τωρα που ξερω πως θα πρέπε να ειχα ζήσει τη ζωή μου. Θα με αφήσεις ;”

Εκείνη σκέφτηκε για λίγο. Ήξερε οτι θα ήταν διστακτική αρκετά, ίσως και απόμακρη αλλα ήταν η μητέρα της. Μια ζωη περίμενε να ακούσει αυτα τα λόγια και τωρα που τα ειχε ακούσει φαινόντουσαν πραγματικά αυθεντικά. Καθώς σκεφτόταν δάγκωσε καταλάθως τα χείλη της και συνοφρυώθηκε απο το τσούξιμο. Αλλα γρήγορα της πέρασε, χαμογέλασε αμυδρά, και απάντησε…”Ναι…μαμά”.