My classes came back, and I was still in the dilemma of going to Senegal. I’m sure Carlos won’t go, but would he let me go alone? The only certainty I have is that if I don’t go, I won’t be able to take charge of my life, and I’ll be unhappy. I need to take a turn, and I’ll do it now.

I arrive home after a tiring law class and meet Carlos watching television. I take a deep breath and turn off the television, stopping in front of him who stares at me without understanding.

— We need to talk. - I mean, seriously.

— All right. - Carlos says, settling on the couch.

— I’ll lock up the college, you’ll take a vacation, and we’ll both go to Senegal. - Warning.

— What? - asks Carlos, angry. — You’re crazy, Dalia? What are we going to do in Senegal?

— Help people, meet new people, disconnect us from our little world. Don’t you realize this is the perfect opportunity for us to do what the doctor says?

— I do not remember him saying that we should go to Africa to try a son. - argues Carlos.

— He said, forget the pregnancy. - I remember the words of the doctor. — Nothing like a trip to do that. We haven’t traveled since our honeymoon, Carlos.

— But we can’t just drop everything here and go. I can’t quit my job like that. - explains Carlos, as I expected.

—Okay... you can’t. - I say, kneeling at his feet. — But I do.

—Are you wanting to go alone? - asks Carlos. — Will you leave me here and just go?

— Yes. - I answer sincerely. Safe in your hands and I say. — I am without professional perspective. I hate law school... I always say that...

— Then lock up law school. - suggests Carlos.

— And keep putting it off? - I question getting up. I turn to you and say. — The truth is, I don’t want to go to law school anymore, and I’m dropping out.

— All right, then drop it. - says Carlos.— And find something else to do, but here.
—No, Carlos. - I refuse irritated. —I will not be able to find myself professionally here. I need to think about my future and for me there is no better place than Senegal. Leonor and Estevão need my help, and I’m sure working with them will help me decide what to do with my life... It’s just that I need to do this away from everything... and everyone.

— As you wish. - says Carlos sad.— If that’s what you want...

—Carlos. - I call sitting on his lap. —I love you, I just require some time.

— I know. - says Carlos, kissing my hand. — You can go, maybe if you take too long I can take my vacation, and we can enjoy Senegal together, just like on our honeymoon.

— I would love to have you there with me. Have you thought about doing a number two marathon?

— It will be great. - says Carlos, kissing the tip of my nose.

— I will tell Leo that I will go to Senegal. - I say, running to the room.

The only thing I feel is happiness, and nothing and no one can spoil it.

***
— Dalia, you are the biggest disappointment of my life. - says my serious father. — You as always abandoning the dreams we had for you.

— That’s a bad decision .- criticizes Filomena.

—Africa? You’re crazy, you’re just going to go hungry there. - says Elson. — Nobody travels from nowhere to a place like this… you and Carlos are in crisis, right?

These were some of the things I heard when I said I was going to Africa. Apart from those who didn’t believe I was going there. In the end, the person I thought would never support me was the one who gave me full support: my husband. Despite the criticism, I could only think of the day I would go to Africa.

And the big day has come, and the only thing I was sure about this trip is that anything can happen… and that the time of my volunteers is three months. My flight was going to leave at ten at night, and as it is cold, I wrap up and go with Carlos to the airport. We remain silent until called to the boarding gate, we walk hand in hand, I hear the breath between Carlos' cut next to me… I have a bad feeling… I feel that this would be the last time I would hold in his hand like this… Then I turn and kiss her lips intensely, if that is a farewell, that is memorable. He hugs me, and we keep kissing, while the other passengers pass by us, I try to hold my tears and think that this is just a feeling… but if it wasn’t? What if I came back and … and… Carlos was already in another one. —I love you. - says Carlos, interrupting our silence. — I will wait for you… I will do everything to go to Senegal to see you, okay? —All right. - I say, staring at my husband’s face. I want to remember every detail, his expression ... — I love you. A lot. I walk towards the plane with my heart pressed. I sit in my armchair and close my eyes, visualizing only the face of my husband.