Sometimes I look at people who are hungry, without clothes and without a place to sleep and I think deep inside I wish I had money to help those people in need, maybe with a shelter so they don't have to be on the streets begging for a piece of bread, but then I come back to my reality and I see that I don't have more to give and I want to help them in a big way, My life becomes small in this situation and whenever I have the opportunity to give I do it, I help without expecting anything in return because that good deed is counted as a good deed and I am sure that this desire is very significant because I know what it is to lack some of these things.

I have longed for this wish because I believe that if I became a child again I would have my mother with me again, I would be that child again who had no malice or evil, the child when my mother hugged me and told me I love you very much daughter if this wish would be fulfilled I would be so happy because I would not make the mistakes I made one day, the times my mother cried for not being home at the right time, I would go back to being the innocent girl who played at being a teacher or a nurse and that over the years those wishes were never fulfilled because I preferred to be me and stay away from my father because he never had a gesture of love when I needed it, I wish so much that sometimes I daydream and see my mother cooking in her machine or running after me to hit me when I was late. Now I value every word that one day she said to me if you want something strive to get it are so valued that I always say them to my children.