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My friend told me not to forget it and so I took it with me. It was shiny in its beautiful three colors. The intense and luminous red reminded me of the flowers in the watersheds. The white kept lighting up the middle and the green complemented what it meant to be.

I treasured it hoping to give it a special use, but which could it be? I opened and closed the wardrobe several times and it remained there, perfectly folded. A special occasion was coming and while packing my stuff I took it again and thought: “this might be a good present for him”.

A friend waited for us in the beautiful Greece. Excited with many emotions the three colors accompanied me. While unfolding my things I decided to put it near my bed and wait until the last day.

My friends and I felt bonded to those guys and new friendships where definitely made, now. It was time to say goodbye not forgetting what I brought in my bag. I felt bad for not bringing one for the three of them but despite this I told them: “this is the Mexican flag”.

Their eyes popped out and their expressions meant all what they needed to say. They were amazed for the gift and I was glad to give some part of me.

Hugs and joys sealed our friendship but it wasn’t over yet. While sitting in the couch he told me to wait there. Something special was about to come because of the story he told. He described with passion the love for a white and a blue. It represented the freedom or death but he also said; think of the shadows and clouds, the skies and the seas, the islands and the moon.

“Keep it with you, it is my treasure as well as yours, I have had it for 18 years already, but now it belongs to you”.

Now I understood what it meant to receive a present as special as this. My eyes popped out as well as theirs and with gratefulness I said thanks.

This is the gift I keep and will always save. Two distinct worlds becoming linked. What a blessing it is to have the chance of having a huge possession, I thought to myself. Now the story is the same but now instead, I open the wardrobe and I see the memories of what that trip meant.