I was wounded - though showered with love and care, scars remained. With two kids now depending on me, I must heal, forget everything and move on. But what if during the healing process, new wounds afflict you? Must I worry? I MUST NOT - for I have two new healers that help me through. There were healers I met along the way, some are continuously present, some have been gone and I know, I'll be meeting new ones.
I am called Maribel by some, but Belle for most people - especially to those who have developed a bond with me. Some still call me Teacher Bel, which I really love to hear since it denotes something, but the sweetest words I'll always wanna hear is to be called "Baby" or "Mommy" or both....
You may call me any names but I hope my being a mother, daughter, sister, granddaughter, aunt, cousin, classmate, schoolmate, friends, employee or any role I play in your life will never make you forget who I really am.
Read along to get to know the many phases and faces of me...
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