Sometimes when I'm in the capital close my eyes and I imagine my hometown. Now I'm here I take to recharge those images. The sea, the scorching sun from 11 am, rusty cars, people either brown hills.
met my new nephew, and old still do not see it.
I was with my sister, my brother and I fought with none.
I have become the "only child" as they call me jealous, I spoiled as ever and as always. I have eaten food
mommy.
I talked like crazy, like a wawa, as an adult, as an entrepreneur, as a Iquique, like an aunt and a daughter.
netbook I inherited my mom's house and inherited also his hands and feet. I signed up for the heritage of this beautiful desk and I signed up to inherit his old age. Here
'm happy and sad at the same time. I enjoy things early nostalgia. Greeting as a Member here. Here
strange there.
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