I miss the days when… I was…

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I miss the days when, our live in maid would wake me for school, I didn’t even have to think of what to wear as I wore a uniform, then I would go into the kitchen where my breakfast had been made and served, for some great years my Abuelita was the one making my meals. As I ate the maid would comb my hair in any style I wanted for the day, I didn’t even have to make my bed, then I was driven to school, picked up and back home to a home cooked meal that was waiting for me.

At the time I had no idea how lucky and spoiled I was, how I miss those days. I long for them now.

Thankful, Grateful and Blessed! 

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