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Who made me a hero



Kende was in sixth grade when it first came to our mind to change school. Afterward, everything happened so quickly, we chose an alternative school together, he applied and we were looking forward to the results. One afternoon, we got the notification that he is 26th on the waiting list.
At this point Kende said that he didn’t want to compete with anyone for the vacant places. It’s hard time like this when it is important for people to remain brave. The idea to study abroad came to mind  because of the Hungarian education system as well as enabling him to learn more about his father’s heritage and culture. I remember what it was like to observ while he was packing to depart. I was just looking at  him and thinking how proud I was of him and how difficult it was going to be to let him go. But I didn’t want to stop him, I let him go to Bristol, as this was about him and not me.
Before he left, he asked me not to go with him to the airport, it was easier for him to bid farewell this way. We said good-bye at home, I hugged him and all my love was in that hug. As soon as he stepped out of the flat everything went silent, I couldn’t really understand what had just happened.
It has been five years now that he is not here with me and I see him rarely, but I know that it is good for him and this is the only thing that matters. He is my hero and by him, through motherhood I became a hero too.

Written by Vivien Balogh, based on a conversation with Ágnes Sarlós.

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