Today I want to share a text that my son wrote me in 2014 when I was fired. I was 45 years old and in a panic.
“God gives the toughest battles to his strongest fighters, and you know you’re a hell of a fighter, which is something I really admire about you.
You’ve always been a fighter, it’s not the first time you’ve fought, but in the end, you’re the one who leaves the happiest and with your head held high.
Remember, to see the bright light of the sun you have to go through a dark tunnel.
Thank you so much for everything, for your dedication to making me a better student and a better person, thank you for supporting me when I need it, thank you for the coziest house ever and thank you for being my MOM! You’re the biggest!”
Today I found this text, usualy I keep these kind of memories inside books and I showed him and made his words mine, and added: I am very proud of you, I love you so much son, please don’t give up.