My Dog

I will never forget the day my dad brought home my dog. I wasn't expecting it at all. I was it basketball practice and because it was a Friday, I invited my friend Mariangel to hang out. When my mother picked us up she told me, "there is a little surprise waiting for you at home." I was very excited because it was unusual to have surprises and most of the surprises were things I wanted for a very long time. I have wanted a dog for a very long time, but my mother always told me that having a dog is liking having another baby and that if I wanted one I really needed to take care of it. My sister wanted a dog too, but like me, she didn't like the idea of cleaning and repairing the damage the dog could cause. When we finally arrived home my mother told me that my father was not here yet. I knew that meant that whatever the surprise was it wasn't here yet. Me and my friend were very disappointed, so we waiting in the garden and started to do random things. My father finally arrived and I saw that my sister was with him with a small puppy in her arms.
I was so excited and I shouted, "LUISA, is the dog for me?"
She starting laughing and said, "it's ours, we both have to take care of it".
The dog looked very nervous and scared at first. She kept looking at us like if we were aliens, but I was too happy to care about that. That dog that at first was just a surprise, became part of my family. She is now 6 years old and a lot fatter than when I meet her but she will always belong with my family. It's funny how good things come in unexpected ways and they turned to be a permanent part of your life.  

A Toodler´s memory

Lately Andrea has been thinking a lot about her younger years. Specially one from when she was about 3 years old. It was a Saturday and she was at her grandparents´ house. She was playing at the kiosk in their garden with her cousins.
 Then her aunt yelled, "Kids, let´s go for ice cream."
Her older cousin answered, "okay mom we are coming."
She was the youngest of her family back then, so they didn´t take her seriously and forgot about her. As she sat there looking at the leaves of the three, she forgot about her cousins and ice cream.
Then finally her mother saw her and said, "Andrea, everyone is waiting for you."
Her fat little legs ran and followed the path full of rocks back to the house. That´s when she fell down and saw her mom´s worried face running toward her. The next thing she remembers after that was laying in a bed with a sheet on her face.
Her grandfather and all her aunts (they are all surgeons) were whispering, "she needs one more."
 All she could feel was the stitches on her forehead and the tears in her cheeks. Andrea will never forget that day. Before that event Andrea thought she was untouchable and that nothing bad could happen to her. During the event she thought that things had no fix, but the next day after everything was over she knew everything was going to be okay. It didn´t matter how bad things looked, because a few years later all she would have to remember that event will be the tiny scar on her forehead almost impossible to see. Problems are seen worse that what they really are when you are living them, if you remember that every time you have a problem it will be easier to find a solution.

I hate school mornings. They usually start the same, I´m the first person in my house who wakes up. I am also the grumpiest of my house.
My mom is the happiest, she always tells me, "good morning sweetie," and I sometimes I don´t even answer.
 It is impossible to concentrate, making it impossible to do anything. I can´t event make a nice ponytail and my hair doesn´t make that any better since it looks like Hermione Granger´s hair in Harry Potter. When I get in the car I have about 12 minutes of extra sleep, but it is never enough for me to be in a good mood.
When the first period starts, my mood is better than it was when I first woke up. So I am able to work on the first periods. Some classes are fun and some aren´t. As the days goes by, I´m able to do more and more things and start feeling more like myself.
When I get home from school even though I´m tired, I am very happy.  At this point my mom start to become the Hulk and start yelling at me for very simple things. I can´t be near her because she would tell me, "I need my space." I can´t ask her for anything because she won´t be able to do it. So if I need something I have to wait till morning. My mom is what someone will describe as a morning person and I´m definitely the opposite. We both can do more things when we are in a good mood. It´s curious how a mood can change how your mind works and how more efficient you  can be when you are happy.

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