La tua vita non passera

This message is for someone who impressed me very deep. I will try to talk about a person who is older than me... she is like my mother. Now she has some health problems which make her to feel really bad and I am so sad when I hear her voice telling me "Veronica I can not stop thinking of my family problems!" When I have free time, I prefer to call her because she tells me that she is proud to know me!"...but I am just a kid and I understand her perfectly... This tree is like her life, even if it seems to be the reflection of the tree, metaphorically speaking the reflection represents the roots... She is born in America, but now she lives in Italy. From my point of view, she is a saint because she makes everything for her children, even if they don't appreciate like she deserve. I believe that it is painful for a mother to see one of her daughter going out with her friends without paying attention to her mother when she says "Sorry, but when do you come back?".


It is very sad, but I try to make something for her and specially for her daughter... to make her to see the roots of the tree...