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by Kimberly Garcia

This is my short history, when I was 4 years old, my parents got divorced. I grew up next to my parents, I always wondered what it would be like to have my parents, I always saw children with their parents, and I thought how happy I would have been to have a warm hug from my parents. In my childhood and adolescence I suffered abuse, I was never happy, I always thought my life had no meaning, I grew up a shy person, I find it difficult to socialize with people. Today in my adult life, I try to be a happy person, to fight for my son, and ask God every day to help me forget and forgive.

I grew up believing I was not useful, because that’s what they always made me believe, that I would never capable of something, but today, at 26 years old, I dream of fulfilling my dreams and going far for my son. I want him to feel proud of me.

Because I believe in new beginnings, in peace, in good people, and good things in the future, and believe in God that he is the one who gives strength to our lives to continue fighting.