My mother wants to leave.

I've been talking to my mother. 

She is not happy. 

Brother and her came back from Colombia not too long ago. 

We talked. 

I could see it in her face. 

She wanted to tell me something. 

She did. 

She's been thinking of moving back to Colombia. 

For a little while. 

By herself. 

I don't know how to take the news. 

I mean, I understand. 

I understand. 

I understand her. 

She needs it. 

She needs to figure out her life. 

Be independent. 

I just don't know what I will do. 

I can't live here without her. 

I cannot. 

She needs it. 

I love her.