When I was in the kindergarten, I remember my teacher putting a chair in the front of the class and asking me to tell my colleagues a fairy tale. It seemed that she discovered something interesting about that five and then six years old little girl. I can not forget my friends' wide open eyes while I was taking them in the fantastic journeys.
The years passed by and the same thing happened when my children were little. We were still living in Europe and they used to ask me all the time to tell them new stories. I remember them getting in my bed and being quiet, waiting to hear about new adventures.So, I started to write down my stories and I published them after a while. Now I have three children books out there in Romania and it is such a joy when parents and kids tell me: "I red your stories. I liked them."
One day I was walking from school on my way home and one of my students caught up with me and said : "I want you to be my mother." That melted my heart, because the girl was fifteen years old.
I know life is good. Life is not easy. Life is a gift.
I'm passing on what I've learned.
I'm passing on the joy and the hope.
With much consideration for you, my reader,
Rodica
