A suitcase stores more than just shirts, dresses and pants. A suitcase stores memories, smells, emotions. It tells stories of trips across the globe. It tells the story of a family who leaves without knowing why. Or the story of the mother and father, who run away, swim across cold waters, pass through mountains and hide from gunmen to cross the border. Or the story of a confused, young bride, who leaves her widowed mother to see things she has never seen before.
Inside this suitcase, lie secrets, untold tales and pieces of the past. We’ve carried them with us all our lives, through crowded airports and planes, through unfamiliar towns, through valleys and streets.
Mother is leaving tomorrow. Her red suitcase is already packed, ready to cross the ocean, ready to tell another story, store another memory and unveil treasures. Mother is leaving and her suitcase sits by the door…when will we stop repeating stories?