My Siblings

At the end of my mother's life, brothers and sisters with the most intimate relationships with our father, those who benefited from his pathological point of view, and people who abused my mother and my brothers and sisters It seems to be our father. Treat your mother. About ten years after his death, they demonized her; they lied to her; they made it for women who died of cancer with thin air. My mother has struggle to raise children, but she is hard to say perfect, there are many vulnerable and dislikes, and deserving some of my brothers and sisters taught by my father There is none.

My mother, father, brothers and sisters, and I lived in poor areas of Guadalajara, Mexico. My father is a rancher and my mother often works as a waiter at local bars and restaurants. I am the oldest of my brothers and sisters, hence the leader. I must show myself to young people and take care of them from the dangers of the world. One day I was at home when I knew my father was killed. It was a sad day, my mother was lost, I was disappointed, I wanted to move to America, I talked about being safe there and how the US helped us all. We wanted to move to the next week and leave the crime of Guadalajara and the town. We missed and because the father passed away, no one else took care of it after the pasture, so they closed it, but that is necessary. We no longer want to live in such dangerous places, so when we moved to the United States, we learned that we occupied all small apartment buildings.

People tend to overlook how they have grown up. In a sense I must admit that my childhood was idle. I grew up in a small town and my brothers and sisters can walk around freely and enjoy the luxury of playing outdoors until the sunset, simple joy, and living in an intimate community where people can care about each other enjoying. Things are not necessarily perfect, but they are amazing. Indeed, as I grew up in a small town, the way I raised my child changed, but that may not be what you think.