My abuelito died almost 5 years ago, but he still lives in my heart.
November 1st, a day that we give to our loved ones who passed on. We give food, and sing and dance, but we also honor them because we wouldn't be here without them.
My mother was very sad to see her father go, but she knew he had to go. She cried all day, so me and my father left her alone.
We all have a purpose in life, and when we finish it, we die.
We all must find our purpose
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Life is a Long Story
PoésieLife isn't about finding yourself, it's about making yourself. --George Bernard Shaw 💚
