This article makes me remember my chilhood and the happy moments I lived with my family.

My mather was a funny and absentminded person, with a great sense of humor. She used to forget
everything, even her children name or our date of birthday. When she wanted to call me,she would
confuse all the names and it would take her a while to find mine. But we never used to get angry at
her becouse she was so sweet.
She had a very bad sight but she never used her glasses becouse she never knew where they were,so
she tended to transform reality, to change ugly things for beautiful images, adapting the world to her
poetic and romantic view of life. Once, when we were at the sea side, I found her contemplating
what she thought it was a beautiful sunset with little fishing boats. But really it was only rocks and
the sun, a lit-up billboard of a hotel.
My father was complete diferent.He was a scientist, a serious and intellectual person. He loved
animals and bought many of them: doves, ducks,dogs, chickens...Once he wanted to buy a donkey
and my mather said that we have to choose between the donkey or her. Of course we chose the
donkey!
We lived in a beautiful and big house in the countryside, sourrended by animals, music and books.
In their free time,my father used to make sculptures in his studio and my mather used to play the
piano. That´s why we all seven play a musical intrument. Sometimes the house was a little
noisy....maybe that´s why we never had neighbours....
We lived happily in this free and creative world.
My parents lived in the same house for the rest of their lifes, transforming it as the family grew and
husbands, wifes and grandchildren started to apear.
In contrast to Gartner´s story, my parents didn´t have a good old age. I would like to tell a funny
story with a happy end but it wouldn´t be true. Very sad things happened that changed the family
and broke our heart into pieces.
Seven years ago, my sister in law, my brother´s wife, died besause of cancer. Two years later, his
son, my dear nephew, died too when he was oly 23 years old. My brother was complete destroyd.
My parents were too old to get over that and didn´t have enough strenth to stand my brother´s
suffering.They got ill and died. First my father and a year later my mother.
They couldn´t live without their complete family. I think they died becouse of love.