Telling it all again is like living it all over again, or at least that's how I feel. This seems like something out of a fantasy book, and although I like my life, sometimes I miss being that immature teenager who had fun with her friends. I'm still immature, but with responsibilities.
I didn't finish living my adolescence during the time I lived in the castle, and IN the years in which I returned, I learned to be an adult who makes mistakes like everyone else and who loves her partner madly, even though at this moment he thinks I have cheated on him with his father. All this hurts me, but I must be strong for them.
Right now, I'm telling the kids everything that happened, their confused faces are unique, plus Ramzes's, when I tell him about his mom, dad, and brother.