Name :Giza

 

Nationality: Brazilian

 

Age: who cares!

 

Job: to be my mom!!!

 

Yeah that's her job! Dont get me wrong it is a lot of work! I was adifficult child, as she always says. When i was just 10 months old i was walking, talking , and drving my mom crazy. Poor mom!

On my first bithday , gramma gave me this beautiful dress but as soon as i put it on the story tells that i was crying and saying that i didnt want to wear that THING! I never believed that story, but the pictures are there to prove that my mom had to buy me something else to wear! A Jeans shirt and white blouse !( that sounds more like me!

When i was little she lost the count on how many times she had to prove that she was my mom. Once we were going back home after a summer on my grandfather's beach house, when she got to the airport and was checking in they asked her for my documents, she didnt have it, to make a long story short , she end up on the child care office with me and after a long talk the officer told her she would not be able to fly , so he sent her to tell the airline , but when she was going out of the office i started to cry and call " mom , mom!"

The officer stopped her and gave her the permission to fly : " she is your child ! I can HEAR it!"

This wasthe firs but  not the last time people didnt believe that she was my mom. Why?

Well , can a blond white curly girl be a brunet long dark hair tiny little beautiful young woman's daugther???

Still today people refuse to believe that we are mom and daughter.

Of course i am her first born , and the genetics explain all that matter.

But for those that will meet my mom on the next fews days let me say one thing:

I am so proud to be this little woman's daughter!

She is my inspiration and example . I have never met stronger person!

Her life story could be on a book , and for me would be a privillege to be included on a few pages.

She raised me on HIS way and even when dad left her , she kept her faith and never lost the vision.

In the past it used to bother me that people would belive us , now i dont really care!

I wish i could look like her ( because she is so beautiful), but what i really want is to be a good mom like she is to me , and that one day my daughter will be writing about me. I really wish that my offspring will look at me and respect  me the way i respect and love her. 

 

So my mom  will be in China within ... 21 hours!  Do you know what she said last night? 

Why do you have to live soooooooooo far! Do you realize that i am doing this because i love you?! 36 hours !!!

 

Yeah mom ! I know YOU LOVE ME , and that's why i am who i am ! Because you never let me forget that i am loved and precious!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mom is coming!!!

I can't believe! 10 more days!!!

One year and 4 months away from home! I haven't forgot her voice or her face because we talk every week, and from time to time they send me pictures, but i cannot remember how it is to receive her hug or her perfume.

There are so many things that i miss here, but what i miss  her the most , i can hear here voice and see her face on my computer but nothing is like her sweet perfume in the morning and her  warm hug !

 

Minha mae esta chegando!

Nem posso acreditar! 10 dias!

Um ano e 4 meses longe de casa! Eu nao esqueci da voz dela e nem de com eh o rosto dela , pois agente se fala toda semana e de tempos em tempos eles me mandam fotos la' do Brasil, mas eu ja nem me lembro mais como eh receber um abraco dela ou o perfume dela!

Eu sinto falta de muita coisa aqui, mas o q mais sinto falta eh da minha mae, eu posso ouvir a voz dela e ver a foto dela, mas nada eh igual ao perfume dela pela manha e o seu abraco!