This was such a moving recollection of a poor but beloved boy; as well as of a boy with a cruel father ie the young Tim. Life can be so cruel. Although I'm not conventionally religious, it's difficult not to pray. I hope life is being kinder to you now.
There are many kind and lovely people out there. Once I had totally cut off my family, I began to see them all around me. Life didn't change... but the way I perceived my environment did. Guess in the end it comes down to how you set your boundaries... was a tough lesson for me but things changed quite a bit since then.
I cried. Still am...I can't think of something similar right now, I mean, like a story. But I can recall many moments through my life when my parents treated me with cruelty, and when they emphasized how lucky and grateful I should be for every little or big thing they did for me, and also moments when they supposed they were showing tenderness, but they did it with such harshness and coldness, that it hurt more than beating. Maybe because it was a performance, not from their heart. And when I saw real tenderness in other kids from their parents, I felt pain.
I just remembered a little story. In summer 2023, during work, one of my colleagues talked to her daughter on the phone. It is important to say that this woman is one of my biggest wrongdoers, because, despite her attitude to me, when I heard how she was speaking to her kid, I melted. I was looking at her, very moved. When she ended the call, she asked me why I looked like that. I said that she sounded so sweet, and for a moment, I pretended that she was my mother and I was the girl on the other end, and that it was me who heard "I love you". At that moment, my voice broke, and this woman threw her arms around me and hugged me very tightly while I sobbed. After that, she was hostile again, but still...
yeah.
Needless to say... it was an amazing story you wrote, Tim, and thank you for the photos also. I hope little Pedro has a wonderful life.
This was such a moving recollection of a poor but beloved boy; as well as of a boy with a cruel father ie the young Tim. Life can be so cruel. Although I'm not conventionally religious, it's difficult not to pray. I hope life is being kinder to you now.
Thank you for your warm comment.
There are many kind and lovely people out there. Once I had totally cut off my family, I began to see them all around me. Life didn't change... but the way I perceived my environment did. Guess in the end it comes down to how you set your boundaries... was a tough lesson for me but things changed quite a bit since then.
I cried. Still am...I can't think of something similar right now, I mean, like a story. But I can recall many moments through my life when my parents treated me with cruelty, and when they emphasized how lucky and grateful I should be for every little or big thing they did for me, and also moments when they supposed they were showing tenderness, but they did it with such harshness and coldness, that it hurt more than beating. Maybe because it was a performance, not from their heart. And when I saw real tenderness in other kids from their parents, I felt pain.
I just remembered a little story. In summer 2023, during work, one of my colleagues talked to her daughter on the phone. It is important to say that this woman is one of my biggest wrongdoers, because, despite her attitude to me, when I heard how she was speaking to her kid, I melted. I was looking at her, very moved. When she ended the call, she asked me why I looked like that. I said that she sounded so sweet, and for a moment, I pretended that she was my mother and I was the girl on the other end, and that it was me who heard "I love you". At that moment, my voice broke, and this woman threw her arms around me and hugged me very tightly while I sobbed. After that, she was hostile again, but still...
yeah.
Needless to say... it was an amazing story you wrote, Tim, and thank you for the photos also. I hope little Pedro has a wonderful life.
I guess he got a good life. He was smart and most likely also received a good education.
The whole thing happened like 15 years back or so. It's amazing how such a moment can stick and burn into your memories.
That's what I loved most about traveling. Maybe also being far away from home allowed me to be more open and experience such things.
Nowadays I can see in my neighborhood how lovely young children are taken care of by their mothers and fathers.