It is my story.....

We went to the beach in 2010.

That year I was practicing surfing while finishing the summer.

I had always watched videos about surfing but I had never practiced it until 2010.

I had been talking with my cousins about that for weeks and they gave me some advices.

My sister took me many photos with my surfboard.

On my first surfing lesson I was very nervous and I was falling into the water some times.

My family had never seen me surfing because I couldn't swim but I learned it quickly.

While I enjoyed surfing my family was swimming in the beautiful pool.

I remember this vacation as the best.

When l was a child my only toy was always a soccer ball.

We met with all the neighborhood children to warch soccer

games on TV at the grandfather's house of one of them.

We lived in a poor neighborhood and only one man had a TV

so we could watch our sport. While the adults carried out household

activities on weekends we always watched soccer and practiced it.

The years of my childhood were difficult but the were the best years since

we learned value and loving what really costs in life.

Families always supporting their children and beleiving that one day

we would realize our dreams.

For me they will always be my best years of life..

Over the years, my grandfather gave us the opportunity to see the toys again and gifted them to us so we could play with them. They were objects he cherished dearly with much love and significance.

We were able to enjoy our stay at the hostel, we swam in the pools, we went on the amusement rides, we enjoyed the beach, we had a great time those days, on the way back home it was raining heavily, and the road was in very bad condition and They punctured 2 tires on the car, we were left in the middle of the rain and the road desolated by the heavy rains was something terrifying, fortunately a passing patrol gave us help, they took the 2 wheels to the workshop and so we could continue our trip back home.

For me it was magnificent to have traveled alone. Wonderful things happened to me on that trip that I remember very well.

Losing the great love of my life in 2018.

It was for Holy Week, my husband went to Tecun Man with my son on Holy Monday, on Thursday they came for the concert in Puerto de San Jose. On the way, they inserted the truck where he was coming through Tiquisate and they diverted him through Chipol, that was On April 13, where our lives changed from one day to the next, we looked for it in hospitals, in morgues, in the police, until the 28th when it appeared on the news where they found two corpses and mentioned my husband. It was shocking and scary news. , where we had the hope that he would appear alive, not in the circumstances of a morgue.

For me it was shocking to go to recognize him and face this pain with my children that from one day to the next our lives changed and to date it has been difficult to see his loss in that one trip we never saw him again, but he lives in our heart.

The Police told me that they would investigate and they would suspect an assault where they tried to steal the panel and that he opposed it, which is why they had killed him and his assistant.

As a mother, I have to guide my children to cry, laugh, accept, so that they are not filled with hate and prepare them to remember him with affection, love and as the best dad.

immediately and after a few minutes we made a video call.

We discovered that we had followed similar paths. We continue to communicate frequently, she continued studying at another university, got married and has two children and then went to live in the USA.

Ana and I discovered that we are always good childhood friends.

After a long time, I managed to learn the musical notes and then the challenge was even greater along with the challenge in the world of music, later my teacher traveled to the United States to work, while the challenge remained for me to continue developing my ability. . and musical training, after a long time my teacher returned from the United States, and on one occasion we managed to contact each other to have a playing time on the guitars, to my surprise his words “he developed his talent and musical ability, I admire him” and my The answer was that thanks to him for the time and support he had dedicated to me during my childhood for my musical training and development.

Now I´m 21 years old struggling with that disease thank God I´ve maneged to keep it from spreading all over my body.

Last year my family decided to go to the Xela fair. They called me to invite me and I went. We went to eat delicious bread from the Xelapan bakery. We went for a walk with my friends, we went to the amusement rides and we were able to buy candy and souvenirs for those who stayed at home. They were very exciting and fun days. When we were returning home, there were many viewpoints along the road and we decided to stop by one to take pictures. I wanted to take a lot of photos and put my wallet aside. We left there and went to eat at a restaurant in Tecpan, when I wanted to pay, I realized that I didn't have my wallet with me; We were already very far from the place and I decided not to go hunting for it, I was frustrated and sad to lose my glasses that I had just bought for visa fees.

They brought cards with very nice messages for me a I felt very happy, we were all very happy, they did different activities and we all participated.

I was very surprised with everything they did for me.

I would like to repeat that experience again since it is a wonderful experience and share it with my family even more.

To my surprise, I found a small, badly injured dog. His beady eyes looked at me with a mixture of fear and pain. Without thinking, I took out my water bottle and gave him a drink. The little dog drank eagerly and then, as if he knew that he wanted to help him, he let himself be carried. I took him home and, with my mother's help, we cleaned and dressed his wound.

Over the next few weeks, I cared for the little dog until he fully recovered. One morning, I went out with the little dog back to the forest. When we reached the depths he stopped for a moment, looked at me and then disappeared into the trees. Although I never saw him again, that experience taught me the value of compassion and the impact a small act of kindness can have.

Last week my cousin Norma invited me to go to the cinema to see the movie “Planet of the Apes” with my nephews, that day we arrived at the shopping center and we entertained ourselves looking at sports shoes, so when we realized it was just the time to buy entry tickets, popcorn and drinks. We were against time to see the movie from the beginning, that's when we ran and when entering the show room my cousin tripped and threw away the drinks, so there were few left and we had to share, the show started and everything was going well, until there were some scary effects in the movie and she jumped and dropped the popcorn, my God, so many things happened to us that day.

Since then we always bother my cousin to go to the movies again, but without spoiling anything, otherwise she goes, but without carrying anything in her hands, because she spoils everything.