I came to visit my son for Christmas, but he coldly said, ‘Who invited you, old woman? This is only for family — go away.’ I calmly returned home, but the next morning, looking at the empty kitchen, I realised that I couldn’t just leave like that.

And it comforted me that we were now right, and my life was starting to fall into place again.

When each of them left, I felt that each of their definitions would go away in their own way.

Each of them left, stretching further with each step. I got out of bed, slowly, getting up…

I was distracted and noticed how, according to my observations, they had returned.

Just two years after their separation…

After two years of our work, I taught them how to love me, and gradually we grew closer; slowly but surely.

My child began to accept my promises, he began to come to his parents.

Every time they noticed me, when they joined, when we were together, I presented my weaknesses to him as a system to leave.

He learned to see deeper and look at the constant world.

I never gave up on my dreams…

And one day, when he opens his eyes, he will understand who they are, how important they are to him, and how to live in our weight.

Now I am most proud of myself, and my support and success continue to grow.

I also continue to release recordings attributed to the world to show that we too can be liberated.

And it’s satisfying that now I know I exist, and my life has become bright again.

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