In this season, I become somewhat melancholic because of the memories of my daughter Sofia. I spent those beautiful years with Sofia, the same age as Smallsteps, moments of joy and happiness, moments of uncertainty and worries… Moments that will never come back. I am so glad that Smallsteps is growing up, happy, confident and with a wonderful future. Blessings.
P.S. I have been restrained from leaving comments because a friend who is keeping a close eye on me is taking it upon himself to downvote my replies…
It must be hard all year, but harder still when there are normally times where family gather.
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