It starts: Full of anger, holding a grudge against life.
I received support: 
I received more support:The next day, my psychologist listened to my complaints.
Some faith restored: I slowely started to feel love again.
Some life entered my soul: Dancing, giving chocolate bars to a woman, smiling to strangers.
How could... speachless: One jihab wearing stranger shared a gentle smile with me, making me burst into tears.
Feeling all the anger inside of me disappear, regretting the aversion I felt towards this minority that is already inflicted in so much aggression. Letting go, and support love, felt empowering, disarming.
I love my mom! Of course I do, the love is overwhelming. Love is the most beautiful appreciation in the world. I love you reader <3 I am sorry we hurt you, and you make me happy, I am glad you feel love with me <3 Endless love <3
<3 thank you love, my reader <3
