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I, my family and my daughter.

Hi everyone this is my daughter Marcela she is almost two years, she was born in September twenty-eight, two thousand-eight (Sept-28-2008), sometimes I can’t playwith her because for my job I don’t have much time, my name is Alan and I have twenty-six years, I’m a Lawyer and I love stay with my daughter, one day my daughter crying a lot, we was at theChapultepec park with my family Mom, dad and my brother.

That day in the morning I remember it was a Sunday my family and I obviously did a plan, the plan was to have a picnic day in company whit thelittle one of the family my daughter, everybody in my house that morning did things, for example my mother cocked the food and set in order all the stuffs for the food in the park, my dad were checkingthe car, tires, breakers and motor, my brother was searching some toys and balls for play and have a funny day in the park, like a volleyball ball a soccer ball and other things for the baby and I wastaking care of my baby.

We all were very well on the way including my baby, everything was nice all the time trough the way we were talking about us or we were joking too that was very funny,so many years ago we were to Chapultepec but when we arrived there for this time everything was different, my God there’s no plays to park the car, we were around the park about twenty minutes tryingto park the car, finally we found a place then everybody start to put it down all the things from the car to the grass, we were hippies but not for long times.

After one or two hours at the parkwe decided to eat together the food of my mom cocked for us and when my mom put in the dishes de food everybody said “this smell bad” the food himself ferment with the heat of the car, finally mydaughter was crying because the mosquito’s minced her legs and everything was lost when start to rain and we have to back home with hungry, with my baby crying and sad’s for the water.

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