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Life goes on.
©Manon Doucet
Father, life goes on.
From the moment I was born, you embraced me in your arms, even though it wasn’t an easy delivery. According to my mother, I was born breech and had to be manipulated by the doctors. Nevertheless, my parents loved me unconditionally.
Life goes on.
Subsequently, I fell gravely ill, to the extent that doctors returned me to my mother and informed her that I had a mere two weeks to live. It was suggested that I spend my final days with my family. In that moment, you, God, intervened and placed the perfect individuals on our journey. Through their care and the use of natural Rolmex products, I regained my health. It was a groundbreaking approach, as I was the first infant to be treated with this line of vitamins, earning me the nickname “Baby Rolmex.”
Life goes on.
Growing up was challenging for us. Despite my father’s hard work in the gold mine, we were not well-off financially. My mother’s fragile health prevented her from working outside the home, and she focused on raising me. When my little brother was born four years later, my top priority became ensuring his safety. As a young girl, I took on tasks typically considered more masculine, such as hauling wood, starting fires in the winter, shoveling snow, and tending to the garden. I also cared for my brother and…
