If you follow my story from the beginning, you will understand why everything happens….If you don’t understand something, you judge people for their actions, you don’t like something, you claim that you will never do it…..Never say never…..
Life gives you the same experiences of the same situation, things you don’t like, in order to experience and understand it, in order to love what you don’t like…..
From a young age, we are taught what is good and what is not, what to like and what not to like and so on…..
In fact, everything is good, our problems are good, our bad experiences are good….. Everything is good….
That’s what they should teach us…

If you are not with your child, you regret it…..Don’t….Believe me everything has its own reasons.
Everyone finds their own way, everyone chooses how to live…. You can only be a support….

I will tell you a story about my father…

My father is a very good man, my grandmother left him as a boy….My grandfather was not a good husband, father and not a good man either….He chased my grandmother away and humiliated her….She didn’t want to leave. …When he brought another woman, she had to….My father didn’t want to go with her…..She went abroad through a friend…..
My father’s life was not easy, and neither was it for us, his children…..

My grandmother managed in that country….She started working, sent money to my father, came all the time,visited him and gave….My grandfather made good use of it….He built a house with three floors, got married, got another son, and then my father became unwanted in his house….

The stepmother didn’t like him, she was constantly looking for reasons to leave….My father still stayed even though life gave him many chances to leave there…..He finished school and found a very good job….He could and then to leave, he was paid very well, he had the support of my grandmother…. He could have chosen better for himself…. But he didn’t….
He used to give all his salary to his father…

I adore my father….He never talks about those things….He likes to remember only good things and talk about them….

He got married…..That didn’t suit his stepmother at all…..She did everything to prevent it from happening….But she didn’t succeed…..My father married my mother after only a few months of knowing each other. …Or as he says: “We saw each other three times, that was enough, today you can’t even know someone in a year….Our time was better”….

His words are so true….. They saw each other three times and are still together, while we have been living with someone for years and we don’t know him enough…..

Yes….He got married….No one in that house liked it…..On Christmas Eve, a holiday that the whole world celebrates with families, my stepmother mixed her fingers, my grandfather took a knife from the table and started to my father…..My father jumped over the fence barefoot to save his life….No one wanted to help them, they were afraid of my grandfather…..But my grandfather’s own brother received them, that evening he said, I had another son and buried my brother….He never spoke to him again….
The story is really too long, I have to shorten it…..
They lived in apartments, they worked, they had three children…..They lost their jobs, inflation came, children….It was difficult for them…..My grandmother…..She worked all day and helped my father…. ..Helped us…..

My father was always able to go with us from there to his mother who begged him, but he did not want to leave his country…..Now that he is old, he admits that it was his biggest mistake in life….

My parents and we, their children, no matter how hard it was, we had each other, we were happy even when we had a crust of bread….We all worked together in greenhouses, plantations, all year long…..Thanks to that work, to the community, to my grandmother, who even after her death managed to help my father…..My family is now one of the wealthiest families in the village….My parents began to enjoy the things they deserved…..

I hope you understand the point of this story…

Maybe you are helpless now, you don’t see a way out… But I believe you will find it… Find a way to tell your child that you love him, so that he knows that you are there for him…. Everything in life comes for a reason. …

In the end, I want to tell you this: I followed my grandmother’s path, I even live in the same country as her….Is it destiny?
Now I understand her, I love her, I respect her and I admire her….She has also been through a lot….I wish I had told her that while she was with us….But I still believe that she looks down on me and knows. ….

Mother…..