When I was
just a little girl, I was one of my mother´s eleven children; we were 6
brothers and 5 sisters including me. We lived in Bello for thirty years, the
house we lived in was next to the park behind one of the very first presidents
of Colombia´s house; his name was Marco Fidel Suarez.
The neighborhood
was a happy place, and we had a lot of friends. We made shows and bonfires. We
would play baseball and as well play hide and seek. We used to ride our
bicycles. Last but not least we would play simple games without the use of any
technology, it was a wonderful time.
Christmas was incredible. My mother lived with
her best friend, her name was Maria. Maria helped my mother raise and take care
of us. She would cook for us buñuelos, custard, and funnel cakes. Maria´s most
special dish was a rice dessert, it was delicious. My mother would share that
dessert with the neighbors. My father would make a variety of fried meats in
the street, and my mother cooked a special dish for dinner. Maria would hide baby Jesus and who ever found
would win a prize. At 12:00 a.m. on Christmas day Santa Claus would bring us
our presents. We would open our presents and show them the neighbors. After
that we would burn fireworks; I was such an amazing experience every year
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