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  • This flower is the daughter of a flower a woman gave me, the woman who had been my help and nanny of my children for nearly 30 years, Chelo, when she was already very sick. Stroke, Diabetes, Kidney Failure. I had invited her to eat and she brought me the mother of this flower and that mother - flower bloomed and bloomed nd bloomed. When it stopped blooming, Alejandra, Chelo´s daughter, who now works with us, told me that these violets go to sleep, she also collected some seeds and planted them. Alejandra knows about plants just like her mother.

    Chelo has died.

    Two days ago this child, out of the seed of the mother - violet blossomed and I believe any others are to come....

    Life is a harsh place, but: little miracles do happen!
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