My Life

My life.

I woke from a deep sleep where I dreamed that a beautiful baby cried after her mother was receiving, but not knowing why he waswrapped in white towels with blood stains you'd think his mother was a murderer, but was the opposite was the best gift for her, had givenbirth to a beautiful baby was sweet, tender and beautiful to and I found myself in a crib nice with a soft thread that called my blankets.
Mymother looked at me curiously and suddenly turned to mourn without explanation maybe hungry All I knew was that I was crying not wantingwanting. Slowly the years went by I grew little by little, every day I learn something new, one day I learned to say mother and suddenly over theyears all my family mentioned by name to the tantrums every time I wanted something and they gave me, some said it was natural, while otherstold me rude boy that is not done and showed me calmed, and spent every day of my life very little discipline and a lot of fun, I grew andgrew and I found something I never imagined, but it was great my first day of school, I was afraid of knowing that we were the best group ofchildren our teachers were the best, everything was pink with a great group we have experienced many things and that within a year we will bea great promotion and a good story will always be in my heart and never forget that all these years of study have been the best of my life.