The day has come which I have dreaded – it’s Thursday night, 2 days after Victoria’s first surgery, and we’re going home.
The Annapurna staff performs a sweet goodbye ceremony before we go, hanging flowers around our necks, lighting candles and giving us gifts.
But as I lean over to kiss Victoria goodby, my feelings overwhelm me, and I cannot stop crying.
This poor, sweet, beautiful, lovable little child, whom I have grown so attached to over the past week – will she be ok? Will she live for us to meet again?
I known she’s in the best hands of Dr. Pant and Maya, and we have layed out the plan for the rest of her treatment, the money has been deposited, everything is catered for. But will I ever see this beautiful little face again? Touch her plump little limbs? Smell her skin? See her smile at me? Leaving her is awful, but I have to go home to my family, my child in Denmark.
This is something I knew was coming and that I will have to deal with from now on: being home, I will miss Victoria terribly; being here, I will miss Sebastian. Can the two worlds be brought together somehow, or will I have to live with pieces of my heart in different parts of the world?
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