Imágenes de la infancia de ellas se distorsionan al ver el corazón tan cruel que tienen.
El saldo de mi deuda hacia ellas no debe ser tan grande, solo viví para ellas.
Llega una enfermera me mira triste le digo: ¡Quiero morir no soporto esta vejez tan miserable!
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Ese debe ser el sentimiento de un abuelo(a) cuando lo mandan a un ancianato . Es un poquito triste tu post , pero es una buena reflexión para nosotros los jóvenes . . . . Saludos desde Caracas - Venezuela .
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