NEVER LOSE YOUR HOPE

My life has not always been pink, but I passed with strength and hope everywhere.

When I began to understand life, I was just a seven-year-old girl, then I lost what was dearest to me in this world, my grandmother, my father's mother. My grandmother was everything to me, he gave me all that was best for me, I was the light of her eyes, I received the best lessons from her, I received all the warmth and love that a child could receive. All I could say was that I had everything I needed in those moments. Beautiful moments that I can't forget even after 24 years, but I will never forget them.

But suddenly that childhood happiness began to end. This is where the nightmare of life began.

Why do I say nightmare? Here I begin the story

My grandmother felt worse and worse, he started going to hospitals and doctors, but unfortunately nothing could be done because she had the last stage of cancer.

What could I do as a child at that time? There was nothing I could do, I could only try to make her last days happy. I was in school at that time in the first grade, but what I can say is that I didn't even want to go to school anymore, because I didn't know when I would be without her. If I had the strength, I would never let her go, but I had no power, I was just a hopeful child.

And in the last moments, her wish was to go to school. She knew that if I stayed home I would see the pain that was tormenting her, she didn't want me to see her like that. I listened to her wish and started going to school again, but I still regret going to school today, because my grandmother went among the angels and I was not with her at that time.

I remember that damn day my cousin came to school, she talked to my teacher so I could go home. On the street until I got home it was very strange. My cousin didn't say anything, but I felt like I had lost someone, I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

I saw the moment of truth when I got close to home, at that moment I thought the sky was falling on me, I felt like my knee was cut, seeing the yard full of people dressed in black. I finally got home. When I entered the house in one of the rooms I saw my grandmother, she was lying on a bed. As a child, I thought my grandmother was sleeping, I asked her to wake up, but nothing she was already among the angels, I suffered a lot, I didn't eat for a few days, I wasn't listening to anyone at the time. I just wanted to have her with me for the rest of my life, but I couldn't. God has already decided before us what to do. It was a very difficult time, I didn't forget anything, but I had to be strong for myself, I knew that if she didn't exist, I would belong to no one, because no one in the family wanted me, that's how I thought at the time that no one wanted me. At that moment I lost everything, maybe she's been watching me ever since and she's been by my side. Maybe it's an angel I don't know. I wish she was alive now, but we cannot change the course of life.

Maybe that's how it was to be without her.