Another afternoon ending quietly, another monday on Earth,... My sweet dear Earth, forgive me, I really don't like mondays...
But strangely, after each monday, I feel better, I know the week would be, the travel has begun, and I would manage it... Does anyone feel the same ?... Hello you all
The travel of my chapters is on, I have to manage til the end, what is begun must be ended, whatever this end means, at least would stay this satisfaction of having finished the deal.
2015, the 2d year after our moving in bretony, was hard to end, the deal of those 12 months of the deepest misery was hard to stand, an endless empty year... In 2015, I hardly managed to travel through the months, we hardly had enough to eat... In 2015, two important days are missing on the road, the birthday of my 2 children.
We have made strange birthday cakes, we were 3 around those cakes, there were no gift around us. Except a day off of school. No money, no packet with rubbons. Point.
Two weeks after the 2d missed birthday, I've lost my hairs. Your body finds way to express the untalkable...the unbearablest.
I woke up one morning, washed my hairs quickly, dried them with some towel, and watched myself in the little mirror. Something was not like the day before...
In fact, I have lost "half". Only my right side was bald. Kind of a strange Rihanna without her beauty... I must take it as a compliment certainly, my mind resisted... On half...
Hairs grow back up, not missed birthdays.
I made myself the promise to never cut them until it'd getting well for us.
My hairs are "talking" to a part of my body that I would never face, even with gymnastic...
A promise is a promise.
And at least, it keeps warm in winter... ^^
Big hugs #preciousmoments
I'm a strange secret Samson... *^*