MY FRUSTRATION DAY.

Today is one of those days where depression and impotence invade my mind, because many Venezuelans do not find in a moment of our life, where we feel that we are on the edge of an abyss, where we only think that the only way out is to throw in the towel, As a mother, I have been frustrated so many times when I can not give them the things my daughters need, because in Venezuela it is getting harder and harder to get the basics to survive.

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Hello dear friends, today I really wanted to write about another topic, but after all I lived today, I need to vent it, it is really sad to go out and look for food for our children and not get it, see the long lines in the markets, large numbers of people who are only there to see what is coming, and if it arrives, to arm themselves with strength and courage, in the midst of pushing, hitting and scratching, to acquire the product. Well and if you do not succeed you have no choice but to fall into the hands of the popular "bachaqueros", those who mysteriously are always the most favored when the merchandise arrives at the markets, and from there they come out to take your eyes off the face for that product that you did not manage to buy in the supermarket. And if you do not have enough to buy these products at such high prices, you have no choice but to go home empty-handed, to try to recharge for the next day, to go back to the same odyssey.

At this moment I have so many questions in my mind, how far are we going to allow Venezuelan denigration ?, Why so much silence of the population ?, I am the only one dissatisfied with this lifestyle ?, Are so many questions and so few answers

It is so frustrating to see how family reunions are no longer birthdays or special dates, they have been transformed into farewell meetings, because many of our relatives see no other way out than leaving the country. And the saddest thing is to have to support them, even if your heart and your soul say no, because you may also have to leave the country you love.

At this moment I would like to wake up and see that everything was a nightmare, to return to the Venezuela of my childhood, the one in which, regardless of your social status, in your fridge there was nothing missing, where you could go out and play with your friends to you, shot, stepped and when they were tired because a simple game of STOP entertained us for long hours, this really was the maximum, because there was no insecurity that we live today. I really wish that my daughters will experience that same feeling of healthy freedom, but the reality is different, although we live in a residential complex, insecurity has invaded us and not even to the court of the building we can go down, because you run the risk of Go to assault. They have no idea of ​​the impotence that I feel when my youngest daughter who is about to turn years old, with her emotion asks me to make her a piñata, because in this country children can not even dream of it, since a pack of candies It is worth more than a month of basic salary.

For now I only have to cling to my faith, because surely God has something better planned for my beautiful country, because his time is perfect, meanwhile here I will continue fighting every day, driven by the love of my land and my family, because You can give up so easily what you love.