My Grandmother

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).

My favorite relative is my beloved grandmother. When I was very young and my parents worked, her kid me at home with my uncles, I am the eldest grandson and so was almost a son to her and she's a mother to me.

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.