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The gift I brought my grandmother from Ecuador. "Tears of Blood" by Oswaldo Guayasamin in homage to Salvador Allende, Pablo Neruda and Victor Jara. "By their deaths, Latin America cries" (1973). |
I'm lucky it's still alive and every time I see her, I remember everything you taught me, I see what she knows, show me everything you want me and all the effort of a full life ahead to get a family .
From 1 and up as 4 years, it was she who taught me almost everything, then only visited, but very often almost every weekend. I have fallen teeth with it, I've punches, I care when I've gotten sick and many other things.
I think the most important thing I learned from it is that nothing in life is impossible and that one wants can have a happy life together with a happy, large and struggling family, who all work for everyone. I think this kind of things today are not given as before and the people are very friendly, looking for simple and if unsuccessful leaves. My grandmother is a living example.