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The memory of a yesterday. Greetings friends of this great family, I'll you something that I just remembered and it is from my real life. It happened that when I was a little girl of about 8 or 9 years old. I was a terrible child, I would get into so much mischief at home that my mother would be tormented by it and when my dad would come home my mom would tell him the whole story and I would end up getting beaten by his belt, the one my dad wore on his pants. As time went by I remember how he would take off his leash so quickly.  I remember later, as an adult, that he resembled a TV cartoon called Sinbad the Sailor. This was a young man who was very thin, a typical teenager and when there were obstacles on his ship he pulled his belt and became a big strong man and managed to end all the injustices around him. Hahaha, only in my case it was the other way around.

My father wanted to finish me off by giving me so many blows on my legs that they were bruised. You know what? The physical wounds he left on my body were not as much as the wounds he left on my heart. I hated him, I hated him so much. You can't imagine what it's like to hate a father, for all the beatings he gave me. All that was for my correction as they believed, my parents, but it was not so. He could only traumatize me with so many blows, I learned nothing, he only intimidated me, and I lost respect for him forever. I grew up hating my father. It was much later over the years that I myself felt that the hatred was killing my life and I started to forgive myself, and then I went to forgive him and he forgave me. You know what? It was the best thing I ever did in my whole life. From there I learned to forgive everyone. I don't forget, no, I can't forget but the thought doesn't hurt me anymore. I forgave from the bottom of my heart and I freed myself. That is why I always tell you that you can forgive those who hurt us, from the depths of our heart and release the mental burden that you carry inside and that weighs so much. Remembering is another thing, like forgetting what hurt you so much and traumatized you for almost half of your life, it is impossible to forget. So, I was telling you that I was very terrible, you know? I used to climb the fruit trees of my house. I taught my two younger brothers to climb, I always went ahead to make sure that the branches would hold my body and their bodies too. Little by little I was training them and teaching them the things of life because I was the oldest, but you know something, the time came when I could not continue with the task of being a big brother and I had to take care of being a big sister, a woman. I hated that moment and the changes it brought about in me. I could no longer climb trees, jump rocks, fight with my brothers until we rolled on the ground. No more, never again. My characters as a woman began to develop very quickly and my younger brother took over doing the things I did, now he was in charge. This was a change for me that also bothered me because I wanted to continue being the boss and I couldn't. Hehehe, things of life. My dear friends, the things one remembers as time goes by. I am laughing and enjoying my memories as I share this with you. Part of my life from my past has been forever reflected in these pages of this community. Thank you for your comments my dear readers. I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.

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