A happy childhood
It makes me keep my positive attitude in difficult times, the teachings of the maternal home, which are not forgotten.
I remember when I was a child my mom visiting the neighbors of the urbanization where we lived. My mom and grandma used to visit them with a jar of fig candy that they made themselves... It was a way to socialize, and to share with the neighborhood an attitude of good intentions and conviviality for everyone.
I remember that people were surprised by this gesture it was like an Open house and expressed to them that they would be their neighbors forever, this was more than 60 decades ago, lol.
At this stage of my life, I'm going to share with you about some things about my birth roots, that is... Where do I come from? And without delving into many details, I can tell you that my brothers and I, we come from that great love of my parents still alive, they are elderly, they stay together until death separates them.
That throughout our childhood and adolescence we felt safe and protected by the great love between our parents Manuel and Elsie, and by the great love that their 8 children felt for us.
I come from a mom who got married at the age of 19, who prepared as a professional with the love, support and commitment of my dad, two years older, a man, recently graduated from the army, at the military academy, in my country.
I would never change my childhood for that of another child at this stage that I had to live in my early childhood...
I have no sad memories, no hard feelings with my other siblings of whom I am the eldest daughter.
Already as a teenager I wanted to go to parties with my friends, but they wouldn't let me go out on my own, that is, alone, I always had to take a male brother, who was the chaperon and incidentally younger than me.
I grew up in a home, under the wizard trees, coconut bushes, with dogs, cats, morrocoyes, parrots, making friends from everywhere, I grew up with the value of companionship, and generosity.
My parents were very strict, rigid, my dad is a military man from the army and my mom is a professor of philosophy and letters at the universities of my country. But well, my mom came from a rather more rigid upbringing.
Mom and Dad, they have a frank, transparent laugh, they are noble and with unlimited generosity. Currently, they need their own care of old age, tolerance, help, just as they did not provide them to us when, they mom and dad helped us and learned to live, without a manual under the arm to be parents. My mom in 87 years and dad in 90 years, 68 years of marriage, at those ages, that after 70 years, death comes from within. It is no longer because of an accident, it comes because of an illness. And that's scary.
