What I had wrote the way to Tijuana
When I was starting at puberty, I had to go on tour with my mother and my aunt Leonor ... we went down the same road by which I am traveling at this time, the rocks have not changed and the fog seems to be constant.
I remember I cried and was upset by that fact, had gone to the doctor because I suddenly had difficulty seeing, which caused me powerlessness and a sense of relying on third parties. and that was my first trip after it all began.
Suddenly my aunt turned to the back seat where I was and I said "look at the lambs" try to flip, but only saw a white ground, my loss of clarity in the view I am scared that I returned to mourn, but I worry about my aunt and I decided to cheat
- I am very pretty, and move together
She who was the person who until then, but I knew in world, I detect a lie and even though I lied is a big deal at home, not reprimanded me.
Months later, the doctor told me that my lack of serious degenerative view that there was no solution so far to avoid it. That day, when I came home, there was a package on the table, I approached and opened it.
was a sheep stuffed with a small bell that was rather a bell, a few hours she called me and told me
- is that you did not see, so I decided give you one for you to remember that it is not necessary to see things so they can be felt
Ten years later she died, and I still remember every time you step on this road and see the same rocks.
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