I was looking at someone who looks in the mirror. Understand having the choice to be who I want, without any limit, because I am now free from ignorance of my condition, emancipated from a veil that prevented me from seeing what I already had, and that I would run endlessly after .. I now see my place in a drawing that I refused to see, this place that I do not have to choose, because it has always been mine. That of being a beloved son, an admired brother, a branch of a planted tree long cradled in golden light, a root in addition to the reason for the ancients to exist, an aging example for the youngest, of s 'Inspire. I looked everywhere except where I came from. To understand that what I have been looking for has always been there, refusing to live it, because the sight of the reflection of what was left of the heartbreak, no longer made sense, had no place, had not its frame in the image that I had to see, that a family was in the mirror. I only had to accept living my place as a son, my place as a brother, my place in this time frame that is my life, my place in the history of life, to be alive, and loved to be who I am. We talk about the family like a tree. I refused the roots, the branches, the shading and the fruits until I understood that my place was not in this context, I who felt misunderstood, I who no longer found my place in this space, who couldn't see my reflection in the mirror. I was looking for an image that suited me, I shaped my foliage, and adapted it to the seasons. But the sap in me is unique, and found no meaning in the forests that I found even more beautiful than that from which I learned the lessons. My bark was flayed with the blows of blades and axes to dislodge me from a place that was not mine, those that have earned me so much pain, and misunderstandings, not to understand that my place, was at home. We are told about having his life, his house, his family, and that's what made me so angry, having to be proud, proving that I can do, rather than to be in my place in what for me has a whole iron reason, that of being the new man of the house, that of being the new force which maintains transmission and transition, that of having a reason. Not knowing how to find your place elsewhere, outside your home, is quite simply being in a position to say, no longer being a boy, it is more difficult to be able to say, that it is not your home, than admitting the worst to loved ones, having lost all sense of reason. I lost the reason to be part of a family, to experience the repeated failure of having to create mine and lose my homes. Thus forgetting my real family, its value, the one that will forever be my home. I gave more importance to the setting, than to my position, it was once again wanting to see others, which in the end was my place in a family, something that has nothing to do with it, whatever something that looks like nothing, because I was the others, instead of being me. To blame myself for being there was the reason for my flight forward, because we do not learn to flee behind, when it is from the very house from where the reason for the problems comes, when going back is harder than going forward. To learn the courage to go back is to learn forgiveness, I seek then to become again the brother, the child and the boy, and to take my place, proud, to be part of a house, and break this ice which for the others, only, has no reason. I am proud to have what I have, and will ask in addition to always giving, my forgiveness, to my fellow men and I hope for myself, the boy. -- to my family --