When you were a child, what did you most look forward to?

Definitely, this exercise of delving into memory and bringing to the present, fragments of a lived life, makes me see elements that I would not have noticed otherwise. I had never asked myself the question of what I was most looking forward to in my childhood, and today when I answered it, because of my desire to want to participate in Memoir Monday #17 proposed by @ericvancewalton, at once, without thinking much, this came up answer:

I always hoped to see People with kind faces.

I have always been mortified by people's faces, I saw people and at once, by their face, I classified them as suitable or not suitable to accept them, at once I was afraid of people with bad faces, and that, I discovered today, which I have maintained throughout my life.

I don't know how many times I have written about this topic, the need for good treatment, inviting people to be cordial and kind. This is definitely what determines in my life, whether a person can be a friend or not, I know people and when they go to the side of the angry, I am losing respect for them and slowly, I separate them from my life circle .

I don't like people who shout, who fight, and who have a fierce face, I prefer people who laugh easily, with a soft face, with a kind voice.

Where does all this originate from? I can answer that question easily: my father was a severe man, with a bad character and of whom I do not remember an affable or smiling face, I have very clear in my mind, his hard look, his serious and impassive face.

There is an anecdote there, apparently in a surgical procedure that was performed on my father, they gave my mother a dental prosthesis to keep and she was surprised, because she did not know, that my father used this type of device in teeth, that's how strange the relationship between the two of them was.

My grandmother, another being of power, who exerted influence on me, also had a hard face, a strong look, and she was not sweet at all with her words. I try not to be a grandmother like her. But I have already learned not to judge her, she couldn't be any other way.

One day I understood that people could be very drastic with their treatment, even when they were young. There came a time when I studied people's faces before speaking to them. I made few friends during my school years, I was not very sociable, nor given to belonging to groups of friends, just two or three people, only those who used to sit near my desk.

To this day, people's faces continue to be the gateway to talking to them or interacting with them. If I see them serious, I sense that they are upset and I hope that they have a better appearance to talk to them. This apprehension qualified me as someone who was shy, a situation that I have tried to overcome, but I will always expect less bitter treatment from others.

Reflecting, in closing, the adults of before were more moody, the tense situations they had experienced, cultural, economic and political, did not allow them to be any other way, perhaps in the present there are also, but we know more about the damage that The abuse it causes in minors and there are also organizations that are attentive, it is something that is talked about on the radio, television and networks, and learning is the duty of every adult.

I have my roots in them, in their own way they were proud of me, they forged teachings for good, values and principles that are still maintained and that lead to mine and follow the planned path. That's how it had to be for me to be what I am today.

Thank you for your kind reading.

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