Shame, shame, shame, verguenza! E'A!
It's been a long time but I promise to make up for it.
This is just like when I don't go to visit a family for a few days and then I'm so ashamed I don't go for another fews days, then it's a month and by the time I have mustered up the strength to walk past their house I am ablaze with red, hot shame. They will scream at me, Ingrate! You are shameless! But they will love me again.
So ask you, readers, love me again? You can throw rocks at me, as Paraguayan children tend to do when they're having trouble expressing their emotions, or you can whip me a little with a stick as my host mother has done once or twice after I scandalize her. Just love me again.