My mother says:Women are like trees…Stop running…Put down your roots for me…For all the women from my womb…I am running, mother…I want them all to be like birdsSo that the axe won’t reach them....

We are nothing but the fruit of our childhood. How many children and young people have been deprived of the right to a decent life and ended up in shelters and nursing homes, not all of which are actually cared for. In that situation, it is nothing but friendship and love that gives them a reason to...