I was separated from my mother. Here’s how I talk to my son about what’s happening today.

I do not know how my child feels to be pulled away from my arms, but I know trauma my mother did my child when I was 5 years old. We lived in a military base in Texas, and she was taken away.

Just a few days ago I talked about the general things that I and my mother and son talk about: health, work, and our situation; we are Venezuela, living in a struggle in a collapsing country Since there. I left my country five years ago, but I know very well what happened there. This is one reason why I often struggle with myself. Everything that I may be experiencing is compared to what my family and friends are facing. However, for some reason this time, I shared a little more than what I usually have with a script "All is wonderful" this time. I shared some insight about how difficult it is to secure company resources, how much time has passed from salary, and how many "sofas" are sleeping in the US and Spain . Recent years

In 2003, I became a mother. Over the years, I saw and felt many similarities between my son and my brother ... appearance and personality. Until today, when I talked about them I often exchanged their names. And sometimes, when I tell him I love him, my son will often answer something other than "I also love you". Life is unfair. My brother fought for five years that he was sick in 2011. I have always denied that there will be something he can not overcome. If someone of us died for the first time, I always think that it is me. When I was a child, I spent a lot of time going in and out of the hospital, and I tend to cause an accident, a car, and it is being used in a car accident. Indeed, before marriage, my mother warned my future husband that my medical expenses are high. OK, J. M. I exceeded myself in this respect

Years ago, I was a beautiful son's new mother. I have no experience, but are not all new mothers like that? What happened in the afternoon changed my son's life forever. He must have been a few months ago, I was just taking a shower in the bath - with a special baby bath on the counter. He was very happy, kicked happily with the calves, surprised and looked around, and my phone rang in the living room. I went to pick up the phone - this is my phone my husband called from work. Suddenly I heard that the baby is crying loudly, but I said a few words. I ran to the toilet and I found him face down. My heart is broken. I do not know. I do not know that a baby can work so hard! He fell off the counter when he kicked. I came to pick him up and shook at me strongly, I shrugged at him, but he looked fine, but I took him to the hospital for examination. Everything seems to be going well - the doctor said there was nothing to watch out for. No fractures, no internal bleeding