32. Does not sound so bad after all ... but it passes the thirty one year ... 32. Neither 30 nor 31. 32, a number that has nothing in particular ... or silver wedding, no two ducks, and pretty girl ... just 32 ...
is clear ... 2010 - 1978 = 32 ... but until the year is drawing to a close for me was 31 ...
... In short, a year that brings me closer to quarantine and me away, more so than my childhood ... now I'm not the girl but the mother (I will never stop being a daughter, but added, not long ago, the new role) ...
increasingly gray in the head, more obligations and more "solera" ... But you know what? I love the moment I am living ... I must confess that 32 will be a birthday remembered with a smile ...
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