MY FIRST LOVE

I can surely state that my first love were my parents. I can't remember nothing along my first years of life, but I'm sure thtat as the rest of mamals I had this peculiar instinct of mother's love. Through my childhood, I've been absolutely pleased cause of them. They have given me all they have had, and have taken care of me (and still they do).

For exemple, I remember a slightly dramatic situation when I suffered my first epileptical fit. I remember that I shouted my parents to come and help me, and in a couple of seconds they were there. And when I get unconcious, I still could listent to my mother shouting desperately help from someone. And my father was holding me. But then, when all had happened, I layed on their bed, between them, and I felt like the most loved girl on the world.

Besides, in each birthday I've celebrate, always suronded by family members, my mother has sung with high hopes the "happy Birthday". I always feel proud of them. Sometimes comes to my mind that they have bringed us up too much well, and that we got angry because of nonsenses.

Last but not least, I would say that despite I'm a person who shows her feeling laboriousness, and perhaps a bit cold, I love them to the moon and back, and I would do whatever for them.