At the beginning, when I was a child, I thought that days were good to come and go.
There were not always happy days in my life and many times any joy was overshadowed by a less happy event. Or I got a 10 at school and was considered very intelligent, but when I came home my parents were arguing or there was a tense atmosphere. Or I would receive a gift and feel great joy, but something unfortunate would follow… generally it was related to the tension that was felt in the family, between my parents. Thus, the period when I studied, even though I was an exceptional student, was overshadowed by my grandmother’s words “after laughter, comes crying”.
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