Christmas came to my home, placing the tree invaded me nostalgia, to place it and think that these Christmas are no longer the same, how everything changes in such a short time ... this year you are not with us, you decided to be in another country, for the country situation ... that's why
Days of nostalgia come days of peace and love of memories and longings that sometimes bring us pain. Of those dear people who are not, and who from heaven celebrated.
Days of nostalgia arrive, when placing Christmas, it brings me so many memories that I can not control the tears.
Days of nostalgia come many empty tables will be, if those who left could be back, to make this date joy and happiness.
I miss you so much daughter, that I make myself strong so as not to cry, and my heart cries in silence, strange not being able to scold for you to do anything at home, your scandalous laughter, your answers and the wait for the photos ...
I know that God will grant me the joy of spending Christmas together again ... I LOVE YOU my beautiful Emily Bolivar.
For you with a lot of love.
