post 3.

When I was fifteen, in school I had a subject called Orientation and sometimes we had outings outside school, so teachers told us about an appointment in a kind of house where people with some mental disability due to traumatic impression or accident in their life lived. 

So I remember that day because we went there in a rainy morning on a Monday, I forgot the center's name but the place was pretty and homely. 

We had a schedule with activities so we had breakfast and then we played and sang together. and in the last activities, so we had to talk to them and get to know them. So this is the hard part to me because I'm so sensitive and perceptible, I was talking with a woman who didn't know what happened to her but she just remembered a car accident. and the second person was a man that since the death of his mother, turned back to be a child again being 37 years old, he got a bad depression, he told me that he just needed her again, he missed her a lot.  and he was working on himself to get better soon, he loved cooking because he was a chef... 

After one month I saw him at Cultural Center Gabriela Mistral, in a food event, he was wearing chef clothes, he was holding kitchen stuff in his hands he looked well and happy, so in that moment I feel so good for him and  I realized that no matter how difficult the road is, you can reach it if you put all your mind on there.