Imagine not having your beautiful daughter to celebrate your birthday anymore. It is a frightening thought for some of you. As for me, I have my cousin Rene. She is the one that long ago after finding out from other family members that I was in deep depression and was always in bed crying came to my house. She knocked and knocked until I opened the door. She took one look at me and said, "Gloria, what is going on here." I told her I didn't want to talk and for her to just go home. She insisted on staying. Made a fresh pot of coffee and demanded that I get in the shower. She changed all my bedding and washed my dishes, mopped the floors before I came out of the bathroom. Next, she insisted on taking me out for fresh air. Anywhere would do, she just wanted me out and about. I threw myself in bed even with my wet hair. She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up. I tugged back and she pulled me again. Finally, I stood up crying. She pulled a top and pants from my closet and told me to put them on. I did. I ended up fixing my hair and putting make-up. We went out to dinner and to a movie. That was the beginning of my journey back to reality. Everyday is a struggle for me but I manage. It is getting better and better. So, now after two years, I went out with her to celebrate my birthday. Thank You, my sweet Rene. You were sent by my Jeannette. I know she did not want me all depressed.
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