You are my angel...

This time is for me...
I born in a small but beatifull town, at leats that's how it looks to me, it has a nice warm weather ...you do not have to worry about snow or heavy rain... most of the time the air is warm and you can feel the brize during the evening, it will give you so much energy to do things and enjoyed life...we do not have lakes or rivers or big mountains that woow anyone...but the people is very friendly is one of those towns were everyone knos everybody and where you feel like home just when you think about it...ohhh it brings so many memories....
I have to say that it wasn't easy to grow up in that town is beatiful but it is poor...families has to work really hard to get the basics. ...like food....for everyday...I remember that my mother started working sawing dresses for my family and friends and later she started working for one of her closes friends..many times when it wasn't enough she will go to the field and hand pick tomatoes, jicamas or whetever she found to sell...so she can get some money to buy food for us....
My father left us behind for so many years seeking for a better life.... many of my younges years I learned to grow up quick....I needed to be firm and strong.............
I became the man of the house....I had to protect my family..at least that's what I was thinking...because at the age of 9 ot 11 or 12 it is not to much you can do to really, really protected them...
But before we started talking about that ...let me discrabe my personality on those years....I was a very tall young girl with long kind of curly hair...no skinny no big or too fat...but I feel that I had nothing that I can feel proud of it..that's probably why I was so quiet most of the time...and my friends were the nerds of the class...I just to go from the school to the house and viceversa...you know why....because in some way I was ashame of my self and in some other way I couldn't leave my mother alone with all the responsability....but before I miss the point.. I just want to say that I want it to do so many things that I new it will be impossible for me....I just to dream to go out with my friends...to have a nice tardeada at the secundaria or simply go out to get an ice cream or go and see the toros,...or maybe even have a boyfriends.....but we were a family that was trying to move forward and in that way many sacrifices had to be made ..one of them was to be most of the time at home, help with the shores and when you were ready started to work so you can also contribuite to the house income....
My mother make feel like I was the only one person available to help her out with her situation...today being a women I understend her feeling...I do not agreed on how she treated me but I know she mean well...I definetly became the men of the house and one of my responsabilities at the age of 12 was to make sure I will come back from school no with money to buy food ..no... with food that my sisters and myself can have....and that happend everyday for many years....I still remember that I just to sell rock candies ...or any kind of candies that my teacher wont be abble to see on my backpack ...anything that will help me out to provide the food that my family were need it...
I have so many sad memories....but I do not want to tell you all that...I just want to mention some of those so you can have an idea of how much I appreciated it what I have today...
When I was little I remember to meet so many people...yes even when I was shy I had to still talk to people to sell my candies or my little bags that I make...anyways...I remember that for some family and health problems my mom look for help and she went to a place were people were holding each other with trust, patient and love to hill from all their problems from inside out...I remember that at that time I was very shy and quiet...it was really hard for me to have o make friends...my life was involved in help my family in any way possible..I know, I know that I was just a kid...but in my mind my whole world was my family..and I tried to do my best to help ....anyways ...at that time I meet a little young boy that was my age ..his names is...ohh well he knows ..that I'm talking about him.....from the moment when I meet with him until today....I felt in love...
Incredible..yes it is.... I love him...many things happend sense then ....for so many reasons we when for diferent ways...our love didn't break then...and still going today...
It was hard to see that we were growing up in diferent worlds and we were still loving each other...you know how I think each other new about it..because for many years ...my & his mother used to said " our kids will ended up getting married" and everytime they used to said that make me feel like butterflyes were moving in my stomach and I feel how my face turn red and hot ..and how my body will started shaking every time that he will see me ... or when I had the oportunity of going to his house because .....any excuse ....and I saw him doing some chores or whetever I saw how myself would impact him only by wachting me wiht the end of his eye.... I knew he likes me and I like him..but ohh well many things happend when we are young.......
I love him ....that's what it matters....and it will all my life...

This is just the beginning ....wait until you get to the middle of the history ...my history...my love history....