domingo, 13 de diciembre de 2020

Post 5: My Best Friend

 

I was born in a small and desolate city in the north of Chile, Calama. At that time, in the early 2000s, everything related to entertainment, technology, television, health and education was very poor. When I was born into my family, I was very poor and our house was made of adobe and a dirt floor. We didn't have a drain, a bathroom in good condition, and we didn't have many amenities. My neighbors had similar conditions, in addition there were not many children my age and the few that had were in "bad steps". For this reason, in my childhood I did not have many friends, and in my school it was similar. It was a school with good infrastructure but due to the conditions of my family it was not very friendly. I had few friends and they weren't really friends, and the few I had I lost because I had to deal with things that a child shouldn't. Or so they would say in current times. That is why my best friends were my own family and especially my two mothers and my uncles who were the ones who tried the most to get ahead and get out of our bad situation. They are my best friends because they shared our sorrows with me, I have always known them and I have very nice memories with them and we continue to make more memories. My first mother died this year and with her I have memories like this: When I was a child I did not know how to talk to my grandmother (my first mother) so when I dared I called her grandmother. She reacted with shock and said forcefully: "Grandma no, tell me Vicky or Mom Vicky." I never told her grandmother again.

Post 5: My Best Friend

  I was born in a small and desolate city in the north of Chile, Calama. At that time, in the early 2000s, everything related to entertainme...