Dedicated to Whoever Whom Does Not Get Enough Love
It is quite often when I implemented something at my work that have been solving the problems that have been there for years, I got some recognition for that. But there was always something inside me, seeing that it was not perfect enough. Not good enough. It could have been faster and better.... Out of the 100 bricks that I built, 98 were perfect and I only saw the 2 that were imperfect. Almost all the times. Perfectionist? Maybe. But then, I got into this old memory of my childhood when my mother had a voucher to live in a luxury hotel actually. I just suddenly remembered this. I remembered exactly that I didnt get to stay at that hotel with my father. Instead, my mother gave it away to her sister. On a family occasion, I remembered bitterly how ourselves lived in a regular place, not sure if it was a hotel, but definitely my mom's sister stayed at that nice hotel. We are not a very rich family, a luxury hotel like that is not something that we can enjoy. If I were ...