Carmen sat on the terrace. It was early morning and the Venezuelan sun was just starting to rise on the horizon
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Lallie Fraser A Homecoming Truth Carmen sat on the terrace. It was early morning and the Venezuelan sun was just starting to rise on the horizon; it was hotter than she expected it to be. The haze from the moist grass formed a thick blanket of mist over the jungle in the distance. She couldn't believe she had actually made it there and now, here she was sitting in her abuela's armchair pondering on where she could possibly go from here. Since she was old enough to question who she was, she always sensed that back in England, she hadn't fully belonged. The frustrating thing was that she could never pinpoint exactly why she felt like that; she knew that her mother, Theresa, had died when she was born but she never mourned her death, how could she? She couldn't even remember her - all she had was old photographs and...


