The other day while talking to my mother, she hesitated in giving me an advice, thinking I would reprehend her opinion. I quickly affirmed her that I wouldn’t want nothing more and that her advice was deeply appreciated. It got me thinking of the value of advices and how this unmeasurable gift has been deflated as of lately. In many societies advices is a pass of knowledge from the elderly to their younger generation. Growing up advices from the elderly were like revelations and the outcome would be whether on not you took the advice. If anyone knows me well than they know that I have a dictionary worth of advices. If a friend approached me with any problem than rest assure that I would throw an advice at her.
Until one day, I had a brutal awakening, I had made a check up call for one of my family…
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Andrea Blossom 
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