I was 14 years old when I wrote my first words, in literary terms, of course. It was 20 years ago, around this same time. I remember it quite well. How couldn’t I? It was a magic process to me. As if I had discovered a secret weapon to fight against all evils. From that moment on, I was able to face the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, the rejection, the anxiety, and every kind of hurtful feeling in a much more efficient way. It made me stronger.
To be continued…
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Hi, Onee-chan. Absolutely true.
Thanks to you for reading me! See you!
If increasing of age makes one stronger, than one has learned something, many things.
Thank you for sharing, Agustín.