MY OWN FAMILY SHIELD

Taking into consideration the various mottos found as well as ancestral roots, I've created my own shield.

It represents how I feel, how I do things in life and my outlook on the future, by combining the past and the present. The various branches of customs, cultures and languages, in general, a beautiful diversity of people and traditions.

What you've learned from yesteryears, helps you to understand more deeply who you are today. Blessed be!

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