My mom
When I was little, I once told my mom that I felt that she and my dad were bad parents, I never know why I said it, I think I was influenced by the stereotypes of good parents that existed and still remain. At that moment my mom told me how much they tried so that my brothers and I wouldn't miss anything, at that moment I always regretted having said that. When my adolescence started I was never so close to my mom, for me it was strict and screaming, we always fought and didn't get along well. One day I was in the bus with my mom, and she told me stories of when she was young, of everything she had to go through and how unfair life had been with her. I was about 15 years old when she told me, and at that moment I realized how brave and resilient my mom was, that at that age I hadn't lived even half of the things she had lived, since that moment I started to see her with other eyes and to appreciate how great she was. Now we are very united and all I want is for her to b