Not sure if it was when my father died. Should have been when my mother left or when my sister, went to convent. All those events crashed my world breaking my
heart into pieces.
But probably the day we left our home and went to
live with my mother was the very hardest one. My whole world turned upside down
and I was hopeless. I didn’t want to be there and might be when I started
feeling that nothing was right in my life and I was not living what I was
supposed to be. That feeling lasted for so long that kept repeating over and over till few
years ago…
Now might need to think better on what was the worst day of
my life. Chances are I just missed to remember many of them. Or the way I think
today is that there was not really worst day at all, just because I had the
blessing of getting the things that turned me into who I am. Now I know my chances, I know we build our own options and create our own
reality. I am and will be thankful for all my chances in every breath.
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