When I didn't step in this hole walking at night,
Because something was holding my wrist very that time,
I told my grandmother and my mom,
Never will work again at the bank.
At first, they were, of course,
What about our friend who helped to get this job.
I couldn't even go to the only one bar,
Because the waitress was a friend with my mom.
Then my grandmother said:
Everyone has a Guardian Angel,
I believe sometimes we could met.
Her grandmother, great grandmother, old neighbor a family member, were natural healers at different times.
Then the country changed, communism prohibited all this...
Except the believe in good things.
