1. My Favorite Childhood Place
The first time I discovered how nice it was spend time on the stairs of my house in Mexico, was because of a childhood fight with my mother. ... My mother and I were hanging balloons, and I remember that she would not let me climb the leader to place balloons where she wanted. ... So I sat there, where I could hear my parents and brothers who were decorating the yard, and as I saw the painting imagining that I was in this peaceful place, I began to reflect on what had happened until I fell asleep. ... I must confess I really miss sitting on the landing of the stairs with a cup of tea just to r...
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