When I was a child my father left us, my sadness made me feel ugly, my hair is curly or bad and they cut it like a boy, the children made fun of me, I cried a lot, until I overcame the absence of my father, I understood that I had to move forward, and I became strong and tough.
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That seems like an excellent learning experience and that you used it to become a better version of yourself. Well done.
That's how it really was, a better version of me was formed, the blows are our best teacher.
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