I am my mother’s daughter, also I am my father’s daughter. 

I lived my whole life under their care, and yes under their roof.

Pleasure and luxury, pressure and fear.

I felt both. 

Pleasure and Luxury, everything is given by them and I couldn’t ask for more. 

Pressure and Fear, pressure to please them more and the fear to stand up and to be blamed of something that I didn’t do.

Despite all of these, I am a daughter of someone.

Someone who tells me to be me.

Someone who loves me for my imperfections.

Someone who took my worries away.

Someone who told me that He had overcome every fear and problems.

I am a daughter of someone and that someone is God. 

-Y.Quesada 4.30.2013.10:17