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Life is not easy!!

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This photo is a reflection to how I feel at this moment. You might see the smile but I doubt that you know how I actually feel inside. I’m 30 years old but It’s hard to gauge the age I feel inside. I’m usually pretending to be a happy person even in hard times. I smile, laugh and make many laugh. But today it was hard to hold my tears and just feel shit about myself because there’s nothing worst than feeling orphan while your parents/family still alive!!

Imagine your happiest years being over before you even knew you had them, before you were old enough to appreciate and enjoy them for what they were. Imagine living a life in which every moment takes you further and further away from your glory days, all your favourite memories receding into an ever more distant past. Imagine being able to say by the age of 18 that your best days are behind you. That seems a high price to pay, even for the most energetic and adventurous people.

I started life in a very early age and survived, YES at this moment life doesn’t seem to be easy on me but I will SURVIVE!! Tomorrow is a new day. xoxo

Happy 7 years Meaw!!

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In Ancient Egypt they worshiped cats. I know now why!

I love my cats because they are home and its visible soul. 7⃣ years of continuously love and loyalty .. I’m blessed to have them in my life. I survived and lived because they were there.

Happy Birthday my Babies Meaw .. Happy Birthday to my Antonio & Ophelia!!

A friend!!

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It’s really very strange how one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours but then someone makes you a friendly sign with a flower bouquet. That flower which was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed and made you smile and feel alive.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Those who are willing to be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. Thank you my dear friend @fo2elsoto7 for being that for me and for celebrating me being alive with pink flowers. You made my day and I’m blessed to have you!