Getting to Know: What is The Pen?

Getting to Know: What is The Pen?

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

A Creator's Creed

To My Beloved Readers,

Both The Pen blog and Simple - Me page, whose creator is yours truly, one and the same, would like to extend our heartful appreciations to 
your support, patience and understanding.

When life gets tough, stormy or boring, grab The Pen and a paper. Write. Create. Make life Simple, then signed it Me. 

A pen will support your tough grab without complains, and can be replaced when it breaks. 

A paper or notebook can witness your struggles against the storm, just like a boat, which you will be the captain to decide if you keep the boat once the storm is over or let it be won over by the storm, just like the paper or notebook torn into pieces or to the trash.

I bet you. It is an alternative to therapy especially if you dont have money to pay it.

Write your pains and sorrows; your joy and happiness, for life consists only of those two things. So make life Simple. Then, make a claim to your self that its pains and joys; its sorrows and happiness, ALL depends on how Me has handled them. 


Smile and the world smiles with you. Cry and you cry alone, only if you choose to. Grab the Book of Scriptures, search the company of God, and write to Him your pains and happiness. For sometimes, kneeling to pray has been forgotten in one's mind out of pride and deceiving life.

Last but not the least, The Pen and being Simple - Me, as you navigate tough and stormy moments can also be your savior from boredom. 

Write and Create. Be productive in the midst of boredom. It can help against degenerative effects of aging to the mind. That's how I understand the experts reports on the matter. 

But I do urge you. While you breath, live. While you live, enjoy life your own way. 

Have a New Year of blessings. God loves us, never forget that.

Always,

Simple - Me/The Pen



Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Christmas Greet 2024

 "In Joy" it anyway!


We have to remember we are never alone. We admit or reject it, God is always around.

Jesus was born. The Son of God was born on a date proclaimed for us. That is but the Greatest Gift we could ever had. 

So, no matter what our situation is or the condition of the world we live in, celebrate Christmas "In Joy" anyway. 

Smile. Greet. Celebrate. Sing. Dance. Hear music. PRAY!

I wish you ALL a MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The Pen.


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Sunday, December 22, 2024

Believed 4




Round One  : Believed
Round Two  : Believed 2
Round Three: Believed 3

Believed 4

The pen on top the writer's table by the window has called on him again. 

"Called on me?" 

He smiled to himself while deep inside relishing his friendly relationship with his pen. 

"Back to work "

He could imagine those words from his friend The pen.

It was afternoon. A beautiful day. The sun hasn't set itself yet, but soon it would be completely. So the writer grabbed the pen and paper to continue Jeremiah's story.

Peter adopted Jeremiah as his father. Though he was put in their Home for the Aged as instructed by his father, Jesus, they have treated each other like father and son.

To Peter, Jeremiah has the characteristics similar to the father he lost. While Jeremiah found a family in him, especially when he met Peter's widowed grandmother.

Living in The Home for the Aged, Jeremiah has recovered himself. His new encounters with good people has helped him a lot in personal growth and learning. The most that has helped him was Peter's grandmother. 

"Congratulations!"

The writer remembered the last time he imagined Jeremiah in his vision for writing the continuation of his story. 

"Thank you."

Jeremiah has been responding and shaking hands with all the invited guest to his wedding. He finally got married again. This time with Peter's grandmother.

Before that, he saw Jeremiah in the cemetery. He was in front of the tombs of his mother, wife and son.

This time he was not crying anymore but happily giving them his good news.

The writer tried to go back what had exactly happened to them.
 
Jeremiah was an only son. He grew up from a rich family. His father died of heart attack after he got married in his late twenties. Though Jeremiah wasn't ready to take over the family business, he was able to handle it with his mother's help. 

The family business was doing good, until Jeremiah got himself hooked to gambling five years before he reached his fifties.

His mother, wife and son decided to leave him and go to live abroad where the relatives of his mother lives. Unfortunately, they all died in the plane crash. Since then, Jeremiah could not forgive himself until he lost everything and found himself a street beggar till he met Jesus after more than ten years.

"Mother, I have a good news. I'll marry again."

The writer heard him saying so as he walked passed behind him. Then let him alone with his loved ones. 

In his last vision of Jeremiah for his story, he was so happy. It was his wedding day.

But then, at the present moment he found him in his story, he was in his coffin. Judging on his facial expression, he was happy. He sensed a smile in his lips. Then the little notebook, which turned out to be a diary, was held by him closed to his heart. 

He asked the administrator of the Home for the Aged for permission to read it. In its cover says, Someone Special.

The administrator, the lady featured in his story The Backpackers, came to stand beside him. 

"My dear Jeremiah. You could not stand the death of your wife due to her cancer that you yourself suffered the heart attack. But look! You seemed happy!

What a beautiful life you had with her and her as the nanny of this diary author.

Rest in peace, grandpa. "

The writer turned to her, but she was already gone before he could ask for more about Jeremiah.

So he looked finally at Jeremiah.

"There we end your story, Jeremiah. Rest with God."

Then the writer closed The Writer Series 8. Believed.





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Sunday, December 15, 2024

That Someone Special


That Someone Special

One day I realized and understood that That Someone Special to me was A Good Brother and friend. The very best friend anyone could ever have.

Jesus is his name. The name God has chosen.

Having Him in my life is like walking along the beach on early mornings. Talking to him like a child with the hand held tight by him and begged him all the time not to ever let it go. Afraid of losing him and not to find the way back.


Now, Jesus as a friend is someone more than anyone else. He is The Best. Simply the Best.

First, He is Truth.

Talking to him by praying, telling him your troubles, he will respond the best way to get you through. But only you would understand it better than anyone else. For all it takes is self honesty. The truth itself.

When you're lost in the midst of fake or wrong friendship, for example, he accompanies you and takes care of your awakening when the moment of truth must arrived. It means, you might be shocked and not believe a betrayal, but you could probably say it didn't surprise you at all after analyzing the issue from beginning to end. Just like any other kind of relationship.

Second, He is the Light.

To search for the light is to realize the presence of darkness. To be in darkness is to be lost, for you don't see the way that a the light could provide.  Once you call God for help, He lits up himself in your darkness, then points you to the Way, which is His Son. Rejoice and go on to it and walk righteously so as not to lose it ever again.

God has sent Jesus. He dwells on him. So God came through His Son. For they are One with the Holy Spirit. May we call it God, The Father in heaven, the Son of God or the Son of Man, as well as The Holy Spirit, are all the same One. So imagine the Light they could give. 

Through Jesus, the Words of God have been revealed to his disciples and people who heard him then. After he died, the Words were scriptured for the next generations. For in the Holy Scriptures there lies the Light. 

Reading the Holy Scripture or the Bible is hearing from God and learning from His Son.

Third, He is a Best Friend.

Jesus as a brother is a friend as well. How he is as a friend were relayed by his chosen friends.

Based on Jesus friends, I have always believed that "In a dozen friends, one is always a traitor." 
So when it happens to me or anyone, it becomes easier to digest. If it happens to a Blessed Son of God, why not to us, his brothers and sisters who are hoping to be blessed like him. This only proves that "only" in Jesus, a best friend can be found without doubts.

Fourth, He is The Way.

No one can see the Father but through Him, Jesus himself, for He is the Only Way. And the Father has sent him, His Son, to be the Only Way.

The Son of God would never ever be revealed or be known if it wasn't God's will. He himself is the Message. He purchased the reward of eternal life for those who believed and followed him through obeying the laws of God. His Commandments. 

The Gospels of Jesus disciples reveals about him, teaches and guides how to be like him and follow him as they have done. Jesus sent them in two's to preach the Good News to the whole world. The good news that God has sent His Son to forgive sins and receive the reward of eternal life through His death and resurrection. 

Most of all, He is the Son of God. He was given the name, JESUS.

Amen.


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Sunday, December 1, 2024

Believed 3


Round One  : Believed
Round Two  : Believed 2

Believed 3

"In our lives, there is always someone special. That "one" who gives our lives a special meaning. That "special meaning" of how that one represents us as we go on in our lives; whether we like it or not or whatever comes and goes in our entire life."

The writer started writing those words taken  from a diary.

"I must admit that writing this topic isn't easy. At the moment of writing, my heart is full of many things to share, but my mind can't find the right words to explain them."

The diary continued and the writer kept on writing the third part of his series titled Believed. 
 
"Let me tell you", he could imagined the owner of the diary was telling him as he continued reading.

" I could not really tell when, where and what makes me say and believe that I have a "friendship with Jesus"

I learn about him in my childhood. I am lucky enough to be born in a family of christians and believers in God and His Son.

Faith and calmness, if ever I have it or wherever I got it, I got them from my father. He was a kind of man I have always admired. Not that he was perfect. But who is perfect on earth? I said "was" because I lost him to heaven years ago.

My mother was the David in my life. Her faith and warrior strength I compared to this king of the bible. My mother was a lioness!Ha!Ha!

My elder sister has introduced me the New Testament and Jesus. God bless her as she has always been and may it be all through her life. You see, if God has a plan, he has his people and movements like in a chessboard.

Finally my nanny, she was the best. I still remember and would maybe never forget how she used to calm down my nerves as a child, whenever I questioned the "whys" of people's actions. I was maybe around seven years of age.

She used to explain to me how to understand why people do what they do. She reads me lines in bible books as if I can understand what she's talking about. However,  the final of it all was always to believe "God is watching." It was that.

Also, she made it a point I attend a christian mass celebration on Sundays, church was just few walks away anyway.

To incite me more, she had inspired me to go with another girl, whose house was along the way to the church. I could still remember her name, Luningning.

So my nanny took care of my spiritual life's needs and my mother, of my real life. Thus, she sent me to attend masses on a clean, white dress and a white crocheted veil on my head. 

I can still remember my mother's joyful eyes every time she buys me a new veil and she loves to see me wearing one. Though my nanny, a  christian as she was, just shrugged her shoulders about it. While me on my side, I was laughing inside me enjoying the differences of their tastes.

I remembered to feel like an angel in those dress and in my mind, "I am going to the house of God."

That was all in the diary kept by Jeremiah close to his heart when the writer found him again to continue the series.

The diary was titled in its front page, "Jesus becomes my Someone Special".

The writer read it when he found Jeremiah again after leaving him in Believed 2.

He took a deep breath to exhale as he asked the question: " What have been of you, Jeremiah?"
 
 




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Saturday, November 30, 2024

Psalm 140

Psalm 140

A psalm of David

1 Rescue me, Lord, from evil doers;
   protect me from the violent,

2 who devise evil plans in their hearts
    and stir up wars everyday.

3 They make their tongues as sharp as
    a serpent's, the poison of vipers is on
    their lips.

4 Keep me safe Lord from the hands of 
   the wicked; protect me from the violent,
   who devise ways to trap my feet.

5 The arrogant have hidden a snare for me;
    they have spread out the cords of their net
    and have set a traps along for me in my path.

6 I said to the Lord, "You are my God."
   Hear, Lord, my cry for mercy.

7 Sovereign Lord, my strong deliverer,
   you sheild my head in the day of battle.

8 Do not grant the wicked their desires, Lord;
   do not let their plans succeed.


Reference: biblegateway website

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Tuesday, November 26, 2024

The Bible Journey Collection

 


The Bible Journey Collection


(To read: Tap link above)

You'll come to know how great a love can be. You come to realize, no matter how much love you can receive from anyone in your life, "no one but no one" can ever be compared to how much love God can give. It's a wonderful feeling!


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We build up a relationship, a connection, a future with someone; but then, something did not fit, happened and we are heart broken, and we ask, "Why?"

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There it is. Whatever leads to the outside, started first from the inside. It starts from each one. Each soul. From within, from the mind to the heart where they are completed and ended in actions. Going outside. Starting from the Root.

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"What a cheat! Had I not seen this little secret, I would not dare to find out what this "Word" meant written in front of this black door.

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I kept walking on an imaginable road. For below my feet, there was only darkness, and everywhere. As if I was in outer space. Though in outer space or the universe, I was taught to believe in the presence of stars, planets, galaxies, and more.

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He isn't a saint, nor a famous person nor a celebrity on a tabloid, but just a simple "He". 

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For only the Winner celebrates by the "Out" door, for the Loser stays behind, defeated or won over, as its Knowledge, Strength and Faith have died on the field.

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A warrior; a swimmer; a forester; or a survivor that entered and came out; that started and ended; that fought and won; undoubtedly left an enemy; a competitor; an animal; a problem; behind. Behind.

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"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. 

But take heart! I have overcome the world." 

 
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Friday, November 22, 2024

Maybe


MAYBE

 

"Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. 

When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one that has been opened for us. 

The best kind of friend is the kind that you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. 

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. 

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! 

Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. 

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.  

Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. 

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! 

Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because life is short and now is when you have the chance to do all the things you want to do. 

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. 

Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person too.   

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. 

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. 

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. 

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. 

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying." 


Author Unknown




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Getting to Know: What is The Pen?

 The Pen is a written collection of The Writer Series and Stories created and written by the author and page creator of Simple-Me in Facebook Page. Plus other written materials shared on the site, including authored and shared by readers. Following the series and posts, you will find out more.

At this time, The Pen is in its Round Four. 

The blog offers the Logo of The Pen where you can tap to meet its creator.

It also offers the option to Search the blog.

 Post Titles contains all the stories, written material posted on the site. You can just choose what to read.

 

 Monthly Archive is another option.

 

 

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Sunday, November 17, 2024

Across The Field


Across The Field


Across the room, I sensed you.

Searching the crowd, I found you.

Looking at your eyes, I asked why.

Staring at me and a charming smile.

Wondering why, I frowned at you.


Leaving the room, I ran from you.

Pushing the crowd, I felt sadness.

Reaching outside, I breathed some air.

Closing my eyes, I dreamed for you.

Feeling my heart, I felt you there.

Licking my lips, I taste your kiss.


Growl! Growl!


Hearing those barks, I opened my eyes.

Looking down, I saw my puppy!

Eyeing at me, I felt his sympathy.


You’re dreaming again, Mi Amo!


Laughing out loud, I lifted up my best friend.

Embracing him, he licked me up.

Closing my eyes, my tears fell down.

Breathing deeply, I exhaled my pains.

Opening my eyes, I put down my dog.


Go! Still believe in dreams, Mi Amo!


Running ahead, there went my puppy.

Waving his tails, there came the challenge.

Laughing at him, I started to run!

Racing again, across the field.


I love you, Mi Amo.

I love you still, Mi Chubby.



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Monday, November 4, 2024

The Help of Silence

 

 

The Help of Silence

 

For many times, we must have searched, wished or prayed for silence. Yes, silence. The precious Silence, the help of silence in our lives.

Starting from our own minds, chaos and confusions can already be present. They can even be beyond our control unless we stop, take a deep breath and strive to obtain calmness from getting silence. So we can concentrate better on anything that really matters. For us not to waste time on useless thoughts in our minds, we need to be quiet, be silent. Needing the help of silence.

From childhood, I have learned its importance. Every child is expected to listen, follow and be obedient to their parents. Honor them. Even in God's commandments it is there. Honor thy father and thy mother.

Some children have parents that love to talk. Even nonsense. They call it parent's advice or teachings or guidance. Depending on how they really are for a child's perception of their talks, any child can give them another name. They can be intrusion, nonsense and even call it "a sermon". That was how we, my brothers and sisters, used to call it whenever our mother starts to burst out whatever she wanted to express or relay on an early morning like seven o'clock, on a Sunday, just to get us out of bed considering the time late for the soon coming Sunday mass. 

Our mother was raised as an early bird since childhood. Something she passed to all her children. For her, as she taught, "early birds get the first food," For life, we have appreciated that.

So on a sunday morning, she could threaten us to throw water, cold water, just to get us out of bed. Something that she never did anyway. If sermons and threats would not work, she would resort to putting on her favorite long play albums on the music stereo, put it on a loud volume that could be heard blocks away, and sit herself quietly on a chair to enjoy her doings, maybe to calm herself down. I even saw her once, smiling to herself on her last resort. And, of course, it always worked. We wanted at least a low volume or none at all.

In some families as I have come to find out through the years, noise is worse. Parents fighting verbally, and even leading to physical assault. Obviously, they are but concentrated on selfish aims. Those are moments they only care about themselves, how they feel, how to make their points across and to win the battle and feel themselves the right one to have the reason the other one must accept. 

While in the background, their children are trembling with fear as they listen and witness, wondering what's coming next between the parents in trouble then to themselves, their children, afterwards. For as children, most often, receive the consequences of the moment. 

There it is. Whatever leads to the outside, started first from the inside. It starts from each one. Each soul. From within, from the mind to the heart where they are completed and ended in actions. Going outside. Starting from the Root.

We sometimes say, "The Root of it All."

What is it then? What is the root of it all? Could we ever figure out? Of course we can. With self honesty, we can. But. But we have to reach "silence" first to reach it. To be calm. To serene ourselves. To think. THINK BETTER.

Some parents send their children to go out of their houses to play in the backyard or make it a point their children aren't around whenever they have issues to settle between themselves. Their children are lucky enough to have them, I shall say. But not all children.

As a child, even before my twelfth year of age, I have already realized that "adults" are more complicated between themselves than children are. Yet they claimed they know what they are thinking, saying and doing in their own lives and others.

"Only God knows if you're lying or not." That is what I used to say to myself. Then leave it there. Period.

Through my own and others experiences: like hearing from families, relatives, friends, classmates, teachers, well everyone and through movies, books, whatever, I have come to know that deep inside each human heart in their deepest desire , hopes and prayers, we all want peace. And before you can ever reach that status, you need Silence. Learn it what. Find out how.

At first, I thought that escaping from troubled situations, loud noises and conflicts was to go out and find a friend or someone to talk to, hang out with and enjoy companies no matter what that would make me feel better. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they just make you feel worse or lead you to regrets.

Then, I tried to dip into reading since it is one of the things I am passionate about. I used to stay in more time in libraries before or after school started just to get away. Sometimes when there is a "big sermon" going on in our house, I pack up my bag ang books and spend time in school libraries or somewhere else. If my mother asks, I would say, "I need to study in a quiet place", when room is not enough to provide it.

As I grew older, I came to know a better and the best refuge to escape the crazy world. Inside the church.

Inside ourselves is a church itself.

When we read or hear about the word "church", we quickly imagine the church or sanctuary building itself. Anyway, to find silence, where else is the best place to be?

Some find that the best place to get silence is in the parks, high top mountains, deep waters or sailing, in their own private place, private room. But all of them are just the environment, the backyard of the church.

The church itself is inside us.. We can only be inside our church if we are silent. The Help of Silence gives way to connect to our inner selves. And find peace. But it is not that easy. To find peace we have to know how. And to realize that the Only One that can give us peace in our heart and inner self so achingly search for and desire is no one but God himself alone. And how, through His Son, Jesus. For that is how He, God himself, wants it to.

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."

I did not say that, and no one ever has the right to say that and guarantee but Jesus himself. As it was written in the holy scriptures of John 14:27.

With the Help of Silence, let Peace come to us. May finding Jesus leads us all to settle ourselves in peace. Amen.




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Sunday, November 3, 2024

Cuento de Un Bebe

 

 
 

Cuento de Un Bebe
 
 
Dentro de esa lugar en tu mundo muy pequeño, no te puedas mover, ni te puedas girar, no hubo lugar. Sentiste muy limitado tus ganas de estirar.
 
"¿Donde estoy? ¿Me pueden ayudar?"
 
Escuchabas voces de cariño para alguien con nombre elegido. Abrias los ojos y no ves nada más que colores rojos adentro. Volviste a cerrar los ojos, esperando escucharlos una vez más. Aunque no estás seguro, algo te decía que hablaban de vos.
 
"¿De quienes serían esas voces?"
 
Siempre te preguntabas. 
 
"Estoy acá y los quiero tambien."  
 
Asi les gritabas. 
 
"¿Están hablando de mi, verdad?" 
 
Les decías a veces. 
 
"¡Qué pena que no me pueden escuchar!"

Con ansiedad, esperaban el momento más deseado por ti y puede ser de las voces que escuchabas de aquellos afuera. 
 
El día llegó cuando sentías que ya no puedes esperar más. Querías salir ya de tu mundo chiquito y pasar por el otro lado.

Ya querías irte por donde venían las voces de aquellos con palabras cariñosas hablando a un tal desconocido. 
 
Ya querías conocer la dueña de la mano que te acariciaba, especialmente cuando decía que no la dejabas dormir.

Cuando llegó el momento de la llamada gran dia, sentiste la gana de patear y derribar la puerta cerrada. Sentiste el miedo de conocer un mundo desconocido. Pero tu deseo de salir era más fuerte que nunca.

Escuchaste más voces con tonos alarmantes. Te diste cuenta que en el mundo afuera, eran más que una. Escuchaste la voz de ella de nuevo y con cariño te habla.
 
"Ayudame con esto. Hacemoslo juntos, mi amor."

"Mi amor!" 
 
Escuchaste y te conmoviste con esas palabras. No sabes porque, pero sentiste confianza con esa voz de ella. 
 
"Ya voy!" 
 
Contestaste con todas las ganas y fuerzas. No sabes como, pero empujaste tu pie izquierdo hacia afuera.

"Derrumbi la puerta!" 
 
Así lo celebraste. Empujaste tu pie derecho y sentiste manos agarrandote. Poco a poco, sentiste que ya estas saliendo de tu mundo. Finalmente, lograste pasar tu cabeza de esa puerta pequeña.

Sentiste demasiado espacio en el mundo afuera. 

¡Qué miedo deberías haber sentido y con toda la razón! 
 
Preguntabas a todos.
 
"¿Dondé esta voz que me hablaba?" 
 
Sentiste una palmada y entonces lloraste.

Cuando las manos que te tenia terminó de limpiarte, pasaste a un par de manos que te dieron tranquilidad. Abriste los ojos, la miraste fijamente con alegría.
 
"Gracias mi amor. Lo logramos juntos."
 
Escuchaste de nuevo esa voz familiar.

"Era vos?" 
 
La querías preguntar con toda curiosidad.
 
Escuchaste una voz hablando con felicidad.
 
"¡Que lindo bebé, madre!"
 
Abriste los ojos una y otra vez.
 
"¿Madre? Asi te llamas?" 
 
La mirabas con sonrisa y admiración.
 
Tu madre orgullosa respondió.
 
"Es verdad. El es hermoso."

Entonces, mi amor, espero que te guste este cuento de amor. Tu vida después será otra historia con todos sus colores. Llena de contenidos según cómo lo vives y describes ahora.
 
Mi amor, aca termina mi parte de tu historia.
 
Soy yo,  la dueña de la voz que te ama y llamabas.
 
"Mi Mamá."
 



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