I don’t remember the day when I was born. I know only that I’m old. I don’t remember neither if I had or not a home. What I remember is that I could die if a man with a soul would not have compassion on me.
I was frozen, dehydrated and almost dead when I felt the warm hand of a man that took me in his arms.
Then I got to the hospital where the doctors gave me first aid. Neither have they believed that I’ll survive and it was natural to think that given the state they found me.
They did not know but I could not die because I have a burning desire of having my family that I could cherish and tell her what I endured a lifetime just to get to know them.
I do not want to leave this world without kissing and to say goodbye to them, to assure them that I will love them beyond death and that I will watch over them to be happy.
If you meet my family please tell them that they can find me at asociatia.robi@gmail.com.
Happy Holidays PEOPLE WITH HEART OF GOLD!