Time, an eternal river, flows ceaselessly, never aging, yet always moving forward. We were twelve, now eight, siblings bound by shared histories and dreams, each moment etching strength and persistence into our souls. Life was a labyrinth of complications and hardships, but within our unique world, we found solace in each other.

Our stories, like ancient tiles in a mosaic, pieced together the essence of our being. The relentless grind of daily life forged us into true citizens, deeply rooted in the soil of existence. The old man, with his rough hands and stern lessons, taught us resilience: never to be weak, never to bow to adversity. The old woman, with her unwavering spirit, echoed his teachings: rise early, seize life’s opportunities.

I miss the old man’s strong hands, his rough guidance that once seemed harsh to my rebellious teenage ears. His words, though stern, were the foundation of my strength. I miss the old woman’s gentle hands, her patient guidance, and her soothing words: be patient.

Today, I am a vessel of poetry, overflowing with memories of those moments. Their teachings resonate within me, a soft verse whispering in my soul: Keep going, live, live…🙏🏾❤️

©️Beatriz Esmer

Photo: my brothers Luiz and Dino