Betho71 @Betho71
I'll never forget the day I was born in a small village in Arabia. My name is Lucy and my mother had given birth to me after eight long months of pregnancy. The doctors were worried that my premature birth might not have been good for me but my mother had other plans. She was strong and determined, just like me.
As I grew up, I had always been fascinated by the world beyond our village. I would often sneak peeks at the tourists who came to visit the ancient ruins nearby. Their laughter and chatter were music to my ears. My mother would scold me for being nosy but deep down she knew that I was curious.
My father, may he rest in peace, was a kind man with a big heart. He always encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter how impossible they seemed. He taught me the importance of never giving up and never letting anyone bring you down. His words have stuck with me all these years.
