On the top of the world

Yesterday, at home, I watched with my boyfriend the documentary: He named Malala. It is about a brilliant, determinate, and brave girl from Afghanistan.

Malala and I have something in common and are not about been brilliant and brave. We both love school and our dad.

When I was a child, I used to wait for him up to late, and I loved to run to his arms to get a hug. Sometimes, he used to pick me up at school. That was special like getting a lift in a limousine.

At that time, we didn't talk much, he was quiet and reserved. He always worked hard, so picking me up was not always possible, and when it happened I felt on the top of the world, my dad was having a time for me.

As a child I didn't work, it might seem obvious for you, but if you don't know, it is not a reality that applies to all countries in the world.

Anyway, I didn't have money. However, it didn't stop me to find ways to give him gifts. That was my way to thank him for picking me up at school, working hard, respecting my mom, my siblings and me.

Everything was a feasible gift for him. Once was a piece of mirror, a broken mirror more precisely. I tried to break its edges in an attempt to transform it into a square shape. Unfortunately, the piece of mirror got worse. But I was eager to give him that because my dad uses to take care his mustache. While I was trying to fix that mirror, I already imagined him using my "new" mini mirror to shave his mustache.

When the mirror was done, at least I thought, I waited for him to get home. It was a long wait, and finally, I had the opportunity to give him that gift.

Honestly, remembering now, that was an awful gift, that broken mirror was ugly and dangerous, but the most important happened: my dad loved it. He said: Waw! I have a new mirror. How do you know that I needed this!

I was on the top of the world again;-)

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The pleasure of being grateful for what you have.

I have so much things to be grateful in my life, that I'll start making posts about it.

First of all, I am grateful for my family, in special my parents and my adorable sister. She is my best friend, always supporting me in anything I need.

My hero, my dad,  has been working hard since I remember. His honesty, simplicity and love for my mom, make me really feel proud of him.

I didn't meet my mom's mother. My grandmother died when my mom was a toddler. The fact of  growing up without a mom's support, affected emotionally my mom, but she is a strong and determined woman. 

So, thank you, thank youuuu universe for bringing me to this family.

The apprentice

Yesterday, I started my first poem it was something like that:

The day touched my face.
Make me up.
Make me happy.
Make me remind how pleasant is to love you.

I sent it to my boyfriend.

This morning my another attempt brought me this:

Blue sky.
Green leaves.
Blooming flowers.
Toddler, youngester and golden-age, everyone wants to have a piece of this moment. And I?
I like to start enjoying my day saying: I love you.

My boyfriend wrote me back "I love you too, and I love your poems."

It has been three weeks since I have started my writing English course. We will have some assignments in poems. I hope to have a good inspiration at class too.