18th of September, 20111.
1. I am.
I know very well that I am, I well know too that I exist. Is not only Abuelo whom tells me to be I am a human being. If Abuelo says that I have an existence, it must be true. I believe what Abuelo says, he never lies, and he always speaks truthfully.
I know that I am, ever since I remember, when I was a little baby and used to cry, either because I was wt, or because I was hungry and wanted to have mi milk from Mum´s bosom. She used to be, as she is now, a very patient woman. She dad to deal with the two o us, my elder sister May Malen who was very good at eating as well and very impatient, like me, to start eating as soon she arrived to the house.
Or so Abuelo tells us: Mum never complained. I was a heavy burden for her when I was at her tummy, I was very big or so Father says, as he was as a baby boy He has grown up taller and taller, to the point of being able to carry all of us on his shoulders .So tall, being impossible to take a full picture of him: He may carry his wife, heavily pregnant on his arms: As Abuelo, tells, him being a truth wordy person.
He was a big, large and tall, strong, able to work from early morning until late at night…during the week only. At weekends always at Friday night, we all entered in our old car and used to go to visit his old Grand Pa or headed to Norfolk, by the sea. A couple of hours, only as we slept all the way.. The following morning we were so tired, that slept until late. Except for poor Mum, who had to feed me every two hours, change my nappies and helped, cracking my back, to kelp to clean my lungs of the air of having milk.. . Abuelo says I did not pardon my milk and cried very loud until I was full, dry and with no hiccups.