Fatherhood is for me a forever blank page

Telling a story...

Better: a no story...

An empty space that has never been filled. How sad.

I was raised by a magical grandma, better than not loved by parents...

Powerful and impressive.

It tells a story of which I perhaps could only tell a few bits.

Our stories made of us what we are... I would have liked to have loving parents but I was lucky to have a loving grandma...

A highly dramatic photograph Isabel & while there it has no words, it tells a powerful & emotional story! Your magical grandmother passed along some of her magic to you, she also gave you the gift of love!
Slava Ukraine

Obrigada Chris, you have the right words...

Sometimes it's not words that touch our heart Isabel.

very clear and powerful picture, fortunately your grandma took care of you..

I was lucky to have her and not been raised in the orphanage...

How very poignant Isabel, one image tells a story, even without written words, It determined a great part of your life. Your grandma compensated some but not all, glad she did it anyway.

Obrigada Luc. Childhood formates us but as adults we don't have always to hang on to it... we have to make our own path.

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