Hive Creative Contest | The Saddest Moment/My child went to heaven

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An angel from heaven


    Hello my dear friends Hive Creativos, today I come very happy because last week was very nice contest and the previous one I loved much more. This week our most hidden feelings are being tested, those that nobody wants to feel Hive Creative Contest | The Saddest Moment, it is not easy to talk about our sadness but it is a fire test that our friend @Zord189 has put us through and I don't know how many will pass.



    In the year 1992 the most beautiful child in the world was born, until now I have not known a more beautiful child than him, his mother named him Brian Jose, he was my beautiful nephew, son of my sister Gloria. Since he was a little boy he filled our days with joy, he brought out smiles in every moment; little by little he grew up and proved to be a child of good feelings and good behavior. Brian was born in Caracas but due to life circumstances my sister moved with him to the country where we lived and there he stayed with us for several years and we were very happy. Brian was my father's favorite, he loved him very much and his heaven.

    It's actually a little difficult to talk about this with you but it's good to get him out there and talk about it with someone. Brian was diagnosed with leukemia cancer at the age of 5, by that time I had already come to work in Caracas and my family took the initiative to bring the boy to the capital where the best doctors and hospitals were located where he could receive the best treatment. The news was shocking for me, I remember that even though I wanted to show integrity in front of my sister and mother and gave them hope that everything would turn out well, inside I was torn by pain because no one wants to go through such pain.

    Little by little the days, months and years went by and I tried to help my sister in every way I could. Brian was treated the best way he could and the doctors and nurses at Domingo Lucianni Hospital loved him very much. By that time I was earning well and spoiling him a lot, giving him the best, taking him to the best places, and that was all that mattered to me day after day.


    He spent a lot of time in the hospital receiving chemotherapy treatments, sometimes 2 or even 3 months without being able to go anywhere. Even though all this was happening in our lives I was praying to God that the miracle would happen and that he would be healed one day.


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    Unfortunately that never happened, my boy declined and left on March 3, 2000 at 4 a.m. He was only 8 years old. I would like to continue telling you more but my fingers and my eyes full of tears do not allow me to do so, I just want to tell you that that was the saddest day of my life and there is no day that I do not remember him, I would like to have him with me and for him to hug me very tightly, give him a kiss and tell him how much I love him.

    Even though he is no longer with us, I know that from heaven he sees me and takes care of me, that's why I say that now I have a little angel in heaven who watches over me and his loved ones.





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"Hello my dear friends Hive Creativos, today I come very happy because last week was very nice contest and the previous one I loved much more. "

This is blatant google translate and its pathetic, please write in your language, if it its you can actually fluently write in it.

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Hello my dear friends Hive Creativos, today I come very happy because last week was very nice contest and the previous one I loved much more

This in the context of the title "Hive Creative Contest | The Saddest Moment/My child went to heaven" gives a very strange cognitive dissonance, take note.

In the year 1992 the most beautiful child in the world was born, until now I have not known a more beautiful child than him, his mother named him Brian Jose

you are full of shit, certainly there is.

I will tell you something Carolina, Im watching you,

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