Greetings, my dear friends and family, I hope you are well and in perfect health. And spend a beautiful, happy, and memorable weekend with your family and your loved ones.
I want to thank my dear supporters for their constant support. Thank you for always standing by my side, and believing in me. I hope I never disappoint you. It is a great honor for me to be by your side. I wish you eternal success, health and happiness.
Yesterday, my account entered its 7th month. I am very happy to have been writing on this amazing platform for 7 months with unique and wonderful friends like you. Getting to know read cash and you, has probably been one of the greatest opportunities of my life. And for that I thank God for your existence.
I hope that this unique and excellent platform will always remain strong, and continue to support this beautiful community and people. I hope I can celebrate my arrival at the age of one very soon. Thank you all for transforming here into such a beautiful and unique community. I wish we will be always together in this generous and unique platform.
My weekend is spent as usual every weekend in my mom's garden. These beautiful flowers are the flowers of mom's garden, that I dedicate them to you.
This morning, because my husband has a work in the city center, my mother suggested that we go with him to do a series of her purchases. We separated from my husband somewhere, and went to an area where the home, that my childhood spent there, was. We looked at the house from a distance, as if it was the same house, but the trees were so big and tall that they prevented us from seeing the house completely and accurately.
We walked the streets and alleys where all my childhood was spent. Some alleys had changed a lot and some had not, but I still had a weird feeling in them, it seemed everywhere was familiar but strange at the same time. All my childhood memories passed before my eyes in those alleys like a movie. I was no longer the 10 years old girl of years past. I am now a mature girl at the age of 33.
I remember what my brother-in-law said two weeks ago. He had gone to a company for a job interview. And he was talking to us about his interviewer, he said that: "My interviewer was an elderly woman in the range of your age." Suddenly I frowned and said: "Am I an elderly woman, what are you saying?" 😡 When he realized what he was saying, he said, "No, I'm sorry, she was a mature woman like you. And I said: "Well now what you said got worse, I'm completely disappointed in you. Where am I getting older?" 😡
I don't want to accept that in terms of the new generation, I am a mature woman. I'm still the same 14 years old Ellen. I have not made any difference with my childhood.
I still have childish feelings. I still love the things I loved as a child. I still cry out loud with the slightest sorrow. Still, being away from my parents and my city bothers me. I am still attached to my loved ones, I still have many plans and decisions for my future, and I still have many dreams. Yes, I am still the same 14 years old girl.
We're still young, we can stay that young no matter how much we age my dear. Those words can't describe us as an older woman as our hearts remains young. Our age is just a number ☺️.