Sometimes our memories may be good and sometimes may be bad to remember, but sometimes remembering them may bring some smile to us and somehow makes us feel grateful. After all, we still do exist. Knowing that our lives is unpredictable and short, having a chance to look back and reminisce those old days is still a blessing.

From our memories we learned some lessons that may help us grow.

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Hello there lovelies it's me again, your introvert blogger of readcash. How was your day so far? I wish you are all doing well and having a great and productive day.

Today I'm kind of productive and lazy as well, because I don't have enough sleep last night. I had a weird dream, but I don't wanna talk about it today, maybe in my next blog I will share it with you. This morning I also got destructed because I encounter a little misunderstanding in Hive, and I wish I did clear the issue. "Hopefully".

It happens because one user in Hive thought that me and sis @Zhyne06 are the same person as he saw that some words in our introduction are quite similar, and now our profiles are under investigation. Lol

Anyway, I am certainly sure that we won't get block listed in Hive, as we are not doing any violations there.

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Let's go back in track..

Today, while I was browsing in my Facebook account I have seen some memories in my notification, from seven and five years ago and so I decided to share it with you. I'm also going to share what happened back then.

What happen Seven (7) years ago?

Seven years ago, I was working in Kuwait. The very first time I worked abroad and the very first time I've been separated from my family. The loneliness and homesick is killing me. Back then, Facebook becomes my secret source of happiness. It was secret, because they don't know that I am using an internet without them knowing.

Way back then my employers prohibited me to use any social media platforms, like Facebook, Viber etc. My employers only allow me to recharge my phone if I had to send my salary to my family so I can call them and inform them the transaction number that they needed to withdraw my money. Using an internet is not allowed for me. Their reason is they don't want me to run away, the same with what their previous helper did. They don't want me to have any connections with the outside world. They actually makes me feel like I'm a prisoner, as they also don't allow me to look outside even just from the window. I must only open the windows if I had to clean it and it must be done fastly or else they will think that I am watching outside. Lol.

Holding any amount of money is also prohibited and so every time I have to send my salary to my family they always make sure that I give to them all, there must be no any single penny left in my pocket or else they will took it from me. Yes! That's how strick they are to me. And so to ease some loneliness I learned to trick them. I learned to lie. All they know that I am using my regular load to call my family, but the truth is I am using a Viber and sometimes I am using my Facebook messenger to contact my family so I can also use internet 😁.

The way I smiled, in front of my mobile camera, no one could ever imagine that I am struggling with loneliness and homesick. I might look so brave, but I am just a big liar to myself as I know somehow that being far from my family is my total weakness. No one knows my silent battles, but I survived it all alone.

What happen five years ago from the same said date?

Freedom!

After, I finish my contract in Kuwait and after I got broken hearted when my father passed away I went back to abroad. Actually I don't have any plan to go back to abroad again. My plan is I wanna stay with my family. I miss them a lot, specially that my parents are also getting older, and so I decided to stay with them and cherish the moment that I had with them, but accepting my sudden lose of my father is really hard. I was really devastated back then. Because it's hard for me to accept his sudden death, I run away.

I went back home with full of hope's and happiness after being a prisoner, but in just more than one month my fate took away my happiness. I came home July 10 and my father died by August 17. I only got a chance to be with him again for only 38 days, and so I was really devastated. I felt my life had stopped and I had no more reason's to continue dreaming but I remember I still had my mom. And because we already lose our head of the family I decided to go back abroad. I need to work to support my family, specially my mom. I am her only last hope and so I need to keep going and fulfil my father's dream.

I arrived at Hong Kong by the end of January 2016.

But five years ago my life in Hong Kong is also like a roller coaster. I already shared about it in one of my previous article and so I am not gonna talk about that anymore. But atleast this time I had my freedom. I had time to unwind and to relax. My employers may be also strick but I am allowed to use internet. I had time to have fun, it was just me who are too lazy to explore 🤣. But this time, I meet my best buddy.

She's my employers daughter. She was a very sweet and a loving kid. She really do loves me and everytime her mom nagged at me she's always there to take my side. Lol. She don't like that I felt sad. She's a Chinese but she don't know how to speak Chinese and so she also becomes my mentor. She helped me enhance my English and so in four years being with her I had learned a lot. She's just a kid but she has a mature mentality. She knows how to analyse everything and thought like a grown up lady 😅. Sometimes she's a bit stubborn but I still love her. She was my best friend.

And so, that is all for today guy's and thank you for reading.

Oh,Please waved at me at Hive😉. https://peakd.com/hive-174578/@garrethgrey/introduction-as-a-newbie-in-hive

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