Owned but not own when I gave birth with my first child (son) I finally told to myself, at last I have someone or something that I can say my own. but as years passing by, he started to grow with his own likes, attitudes, emotions, styles. From them I realized. He is not mine after all, for he has his own will, he is just here with me to help him grow, and build him to be a good person, but sooner and sooner, he has to go on his own way because he is another person who is I…
