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  • When I was a little girl, my mother was a goddess. She lived in a pedestal and she knew everything. She answered my questions, after questions, and with my big eyes and attentive ears I listened to her wisdom. She was the world for me.
    After a few years, through the confusion of youth, my mind put my mother down the pedestal and I climbed into it. The arrogance of the teenager stage made me believe I knew everything and my mother did not know anything.
    My mother left me many years ago to the pedestal in Heaven that she deserved it because of her kindness and her love.
    I became more mature and understood many things I could not before.
    I miss her so much because she was my goddess. I wish she could be back for a little time with me. I would ask her many questions and she would know it all and I would be humble to her knowledge and her experience and once more I would happily not to know anything at all.

    Photo by Cecilia
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