I desire to give my children what my own mother eluded me.But without self-esteem or courage, how do you helpan innocent child find their own personality and interest?
In a world where I had been abandoned and scorned more times than efficient to destroy one's identity, my spirit sores to love with good acts towards my fellow beings. I keep smiling, although my life hurts. I try to better myself daily. From the beginning of my time, I have endured what others suffer emotionally, mentally, and physically. I desire to put a smile on the faces that frown from being hoodwinked by the dysfunction in the family and the social disorders derived from such trickery. I admire God's beauty. I see it everywhere, whether it's in the homeless who walk alone, destroyed by their own acts of killing, the pain that hampers their soul, to the beauty of the vivid colors in a rainbow that sends the promise of God to humankind.
