Trip

The suitcases were packed.

Robert had called his brother to tell him that he did not accept the job, thanking him for his offer, but that he would give his project a chance, with the support of Alice, who would be the one who would put the money to do it, start with that dream that was now of the two of us.

"Are you ready?"

"Not yet," she said, already a little tired of answering the same thing, because Robert and the baby were ready a while ago, but Alice was taking longer. I had more things to do than the two of them.

He got lost at the door before receiving one of his glances.

"Mom should never be rushed," he told his son. "We have to give him all the time in the world, even if we miss the flight, don't we?" He took Ethan's hand and put him on his feet, he clung to his father's fingers as they walked.

Little by little Robert was loosening the grip that his son had, until he only touched his hand and without Ethan noticing he came to walk about ten steps at least without the help of