Throughout my ordeal I have find out that you can learn good things from bad situations.
I learned as a child that life was hard and unfair. As mentioned in the documentary. I had a very rough childhood. But I understand now that I it made me stronger- like life was preparing me for what I was going to face- so that I could endure what was awaiting me in the years to come.
A few months ago, when one of my readers contacted me, I learned a word that I have never heard before. It is the name of his company, and it is the word that describe me the best. I absolutely love this world.
Resilience: the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties.
I have not recovered yet. I think I never will, as long I am away from what I love the most- my family. But I am resilient.
I still cry every day and night. I still miss cooking for my family, playing with my dog Spot and sitting outside on my beautiful rocking chair while waiting for the bus to drop Pamela off from school. My oldest child now 18 years old.
She was 16 when I got deported. Healing is a process I know that. I can just hope that one day I will understand why this happened to my family. I know I probably deserved it -but they didn’t. They are just victims . I hope that one day I can go to bed and wake up without crying. I know one day I will.
In the meantime, I keep going-running each day and praying for my miracle.
By the way what have I learned? That I am stronger than I ever though!
As always thank you for reading my blog.