chatting with my daughter

 

Chatting with my daughter

 

Emma m’appela a matino

She xas alone it’s so rareful

But I was sitting at the desk

While housework waiting

I ate some bread without my teeth

And lost my glasses shit !

now in the afternoon

after some peace on my bed

I haven’t taken my shower

What a pity ! it’s like if I couldn’t do it

In fact I can’t it’s in my mind

I am programmed like a robotperhaps it’s time to enjoy my house so comfortable and release

God won’t touch me

I workexd too much when a child

And sacrified all my childhood

Yes itw as that I never played

Nor laughed nor have toys

I only thought of my studies

And the way to leave home and work for me

Unless happened what I couldn’t avoid

At the moment i had to be 18 and a xork or married

Of course that’s what happened

My joy wasn’t so reaal in feast

I had no money no home no work

Only finish studies and my man didn’t think so long

He was in same situation a poor man

And looked at cars music and sex

Which I didn’t

My nature so sensitive my so hard work

Led me to hospital

What could I do ?

Only waiting taking drugs and try to have a normal life

Finally le divorced and I kept my baby

My life was all defeat

My family didn’t understand and believed itw as my fault

Not at all I was a poor youg mummy with a great love for cecily a good girl who worked well in her young age crying on Sundays for daddy

We had a surprise  one Saturday seing him marrying with mado in Aurillac while we ran over the town

Once againI got a shock which threatened me

It was the end of dreaming

I was in a bad situation with everybody

Poor emma onmy neck telling

I love you so mummy

I’ll have a great house for you and me

I love you so

Don’t cry mummy

You are beauty and good for me

Poor girl she couldn’t imagin,e what will come after !31/8/25

The same as me .oh God help me still i am old and tired and she is away with so many a child

I sang to her in my belly : you are free yoiu willsing and dance and do what you want baby

She was intelligent but artist too and now she is a grand mother already .

Life what a tragedy !

Infinite love

Infinite patience.

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