A long time ago in the summer of 1977 I was born in the City of Roosendaal (the Netherlands) even though it felt more as a small village.Growing up as a child was pretty good back in the old days at least until I was 11.
Then my mom got really sick she had cancer. After she fought the disease for almost two years she lost the battle. And yeah a girl in her teens without a mom that’s difficult. My dad, brother and I moved to this even smaller village surrounded by the forest.
As I became a young woman it was hard to find my way in life. I studied and worked here and there. Then I met my Hubby settled down and now we have two beautiful children(10 and 8). As our kids were growing up we decided to spend a holiday in Ontario(Canada).
Men it felt like coming home.
It was the best holiday of my life.
As soon as we were back in the Netherlands there was only one thing we could think about. Immigrating to Canada and now it’s 7 years later and it has been a long hard road but it’s well worth it.