Sunday, 1 December 2019

27. A story from my childhood


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I'm going to tell the story that produced the most precious thing I have in my life.


The story begins when I was five years old. At that age I saw all my friends with a little brother or sister next to them and, on the contrary,  I saw myself in a house in which there was no more children than me. Besides, I didn't have any little cousin to play with and that made me wish with all my heart to have a sibling.


I don't really remember much about this story because I was very young, but my mother told me that I asked her with a lot of enthusiasm if I could have a sister and she said to me that I had to pray every day and ask God. And that's what I did. And when the time to write the letter to the Three Kings came I asked them too.


Finally my wish came true. On January 22, 2008 a little girl was born. I remember perfectly when I went to the hospital to see her and my mother. I was absorbed looking at her face, the little body she had and counting her fingers and toes. I still couldn't believe it, I had had a sister! I love her soooo much: more than my own life.

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