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My grandmother's kitchen is large and gold. The sun comes through the window, using the rays of dust that crosses the room to stop a red bow tie apron that my grandmother had solemnly back before standing in front of the stove. Then I have four huge wooden shelves in the kitchen appliances and gadgets of life of all kinds, from white as snow in a microwave oven, until the scale of the brass plates and weights of the bag. I favor the balls of your feet for a coffee Molinito, based on the first shelf. But when I have my fingers, the level of my grandmother (not the oil hits the pan), and - "why do you want?". It does, in fact, so I'll leave it alone. The round table overlooking the garden of my brother's baguette breakfast in pajamas, squeeze bottle of honey concentration toward the plate. He looks and laughs, "no", - says, when his tongue moves in front of the tooth is about to lose.

My mother just came out, I do not know where and how soon. Just know that I have made a monumental tantrum and justified, is responsible for red eye, and the rage of my brother. It was early and I'm still in her nightgown with teddy bears that I refuse to take so many nights, it has become clear to require washing and milestones of my grandmother, and will be emptied read more

 There's nothing like the fall of mother are you so unhappy for a long time (a week at least) in the hands of a sense of discipline, grandmother, and my idiot brother. Life is terrible and plan better. Chimuelo stop feeling superior because it does not cry, and nothing in return is booming in consent - "everybody loves me more than you" - he laughs and says quietly, away from the average bare language of the gums. Not the most scathing attack on his life, but not enough to send me and my six years on the edge. With a cry against the incomprehensible, of course, my grandmother by heat reacts with a small reprimand. Damn it Mom! Where the hell is most Knock? Under the head, and went to a huge jug of agua de jamaica (I know) who can not stand alone.

But I'm in the mood to ask for help from one of my two options, so I raise my cup and a glass in your toes with great success. The height has been dropped, and I smile, triumphant, and the other at the other end in time a little curve to the red cascade of water falls for the first time in my nightgown and then the remainder of the spotless kitchen my grandmother. Toothless fool folds of laughter. I have published two fat tears: one for the value and the other cold, and the coup de grace was my grandmother, "Oh Kitty ... Do not worry, just do not go to mourn."

"Mom!" - Sobbing cry worthy of mourning. I run to my room for a toothless grandmother to me. Nobody followed. I can only scream and wet nightgown separame body with your fingers. "Mommy mommy, mommy!" - My level of pain is only one way, and in this paragraph in the middle of the road. Ungrateful Abandonadora, insoluta. I have no such passion as the desire to focus on in particular.

Go to the window (my fresh air and call again) and displayed on the frame can be folded down to my size, with a smile, about my age and the power of joy to hold until several years later, Mom . I'd like to get out of their hands through the window, cutting off the light, which means that the form and when you get all the clothes painted red. "What made my love?" - Said and does not let go. Exactly what made me a mother? To hell with stupidity is a toothless grandmother, and discipline. Dan, unfortunately, does not know peace, the desire to see the time that serious.