Personal Essay: My Favorite Day Of My Life

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I was seven years old when I start to be aware about my surroundings, which was also my first year going to the school. I start ask questions about life, in particular my own life, who I was, where I come from, where do I go. I lived with a big family, my parents, my two brothers and one sister, grandparents and two disabled uncles, but my house was always filled of new people every day, because of my grand mom skills as a folk healer, sometimes late at night somebody knock the door looking for comforting, prayers or medicine and the person was welcomed by my grand mom, nobody was turned down no matter what time of the day or night they would show up. An unusual childhood if I compared with the houses …show more content…

Strawberry ice-cream was my childhood flavour, my sister chocolate and my mom eat whatever was there, she just loved sweets so much so that it is sugar in it no matter the flavour she will eated and enjoy. Everybody in my neighbourhood and surrounds know who we are and was not surprinsing comeback to the home with extra food or gifts to my grand mom, she was so loved, I walked with proud because I knew about her importance in the city and I was the princess of her kingdom, I love to live in the castle. I loved to have this life, I loved the …show more content…

The day start like every other day, I woke up with the noises come from the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewed coffee make me feel hungry and with enough energy to get up, get dressed and start my day, I notice my mother come towards to my room, I could hear the crakiling in the floor and I knew that sound was not a good thing, she looked at me and said: pack your bag. I look at her with surprise in my eyes and ask: What you mean mom about pack my bag and she look at me with sad but firm eyes and I understand that she have no intention to explain anything to me and just give me her orders and leave and it was what she did, she give me the luggaged and left my room closing the door quietly. I always was a well behaved child, an example to my brothers and sister, off course I was a princess, so I accepted my faith and packed after I walked towards the living room where my mom and a lady with a short curly hair, beautiful green eyes and well dressed, she was holding a baby with redish chubby cheekbones and a curly brown hair tied up with a white ribbon and wearing a floral pink dress and, surrounded by two little boys who don’t stop touching each other, they looked like four to five years old to me,

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