MOM


Every time my daughter says “I’m sad”; it reminds me of myself being 7 years old, crying on the floor of my bedroom. My mom opening the door and asked me :

—what is wrong with you ?

—Mom, I’m sad.

— You don’t know what is to be sad.

Like a 7 years old doesn’t have feeling. I am afraid to become that kind of mom. You know what they say “ your become your mom, at one point in your life”.

I don’t want to be like her or any mom that I know. I want to be my daughter’s mom, the one she needs.

That mother that knows how to heal your pain and doesn’t judge you even though, you don’t think like her.

I want my daughters to be their self in every aspect of their life and feel accepted by me.

I’m scared , I’m scared of my genes , scared of become MY MOM.


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