After we finished at the apartment, we went to Albina’s apartment. She lives in the apartment with her son, Ion, his wife Vica and their son Razvan. Their apartment is small but it feels like home to me. I love being there. While we were there, Albina pulled out a small and very old vintage style hard suitcase. I could see that she kept her most precious belongings in this little suitcase. She pulled out a few articles of clothing and handed them to me and told me that they were my mother’s. I was shocked and started crying. I couldn’t believe that she was handing me articles of clothing that she had saved since my mother’s death. She saved all of this stuff for me in hopes of seeing me again one day. She gave me a traditional dress that my mother wore along with a thicker piece of material that is wrapped around the bottom of the dress and her head scarf. Tears were falling down my face. I don’t think I can explain to her how much it means to me to have something, anything that belonged to my mother. I kept holding the clothing and looking at it. Somehow those few pieces of clothing are a comfort to me. We both cried as we hugged. Sometimes I wonder what it must be like for Albina. She lost her younger sister (my mother) and several years later, I left. She tucked those few articles of clothing in her suitcase where all her most precious belongings were, in hopes of giving it to me someday. Now here we were in her apartment, and for the first time in my life I was holding something that belonged to my mother - something that she wore. I felt so honored and thankful that I was holding something of my mother’s. It is something that I will treasure forever and I am so thankful to my aunt for keeping those few items for me.
In the evening, we all went to meet my brother. Although it was dark, I could see my old house (Nicu’s house now). I was flooded with memories and emotions. It was over 18 years ago that I left Ipotesti and said goodbye to my old house and life. I always knew that someday I would return to Romania. I never imagined that my old house would still be standing or that I would have anything to return to. It is difficult to explain how I felt at that moment. I was excited and terrified at the same time. For a moment it all felt like a dream. The last time I saw this house I was a little girl and my father was still living. The colors were more vibrant and the scenery was different. Years later the house was faded and aged. The scenery had changed but the feelings remained. This house and I share many similarities. Through the years we have both endured the storms of life. Through the years we have both aged. And here we were face to face and we were both still standing. I was home again.