Thinking of my family; coming to my mind unforgettable moments. I remember like it is today, when in some weekends we went with Dad and Mom to pick oranges in the field," a full day of work with the family” they used to say. For us, it was a very similar experience to what we call a” picnic”; not missing the little things to snack and drink, and all the fun used to have fun on the field. Late in the evening, we came back home hungry, tired and dirty, but in matters of minutes, our home was filled with the rich scent of home's cooking coming from Mom’s kitchen.
My father, used to measure a successful of a day's work with the amount of arduous work and time we spent on the field.. We were lucky if there was work. What a happy time that was!
Today everything has changed, we came home from work complaining … "what a bad day!" It's terrible! " I have an attitude..., no, don’t speak to me now!" There is no time for anything. What times are these?
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