This time, I chose to write about all the good.
The good I had as a girl growing up in a children’s house.
I chose my parents, my babysitter, and all the members of the kibbutz I grew up around.
No one, ate for me, drank for me or did for me. I did it all and still do…..
I chose to learn from them and the truth is that if we all our lives are looking for freedom , then growing up in a kibbutz as I grew up, it’s basically freedom in extremes, from age zero lives in a children’s house.
I guess that no one was conscious about it and still, they give me freedom
So thanks to everyone who gave me the freedom, now I understand, feel, accept and forgive.
