Many think that my mother was right, as if predicting what I would be like, or perhaps, sealing my destiny like the fairies of Aurora.

What usually follows is the typical question of whether I have Japanese ancestry, with suspicious faces, given that I don't have physical characteristics that lead one to imagine that I do. But in fact I do, and that's another small section.

II
In the middle of the last century, as is well known, Japan was not doing well at all. In the midst of a great crisis, many Japanese migrated to different countries in South America, one of the main ones being Peru. Then, in a small rural area of ​​the capital, my great-grandparents settled. Willing to work the land on the farms, they survived and made their lives there until the end of their days.

My grandfather, the youngest son of that marriage, as well as his brothers and sisters, was raised without traditional Japanese customs and married a Peruvian woman. My father, with even fewer customs and deep-rooted Japanese culture, married my mother, a Peruvian.

Of course it was to be expected that I, yonsei (fourth generation of Japanese born in another country), would no longer have more roots than what my grandfather and father could tell me, but my mother, fascinated by that ancient foreign culture, decided that we should not lose those roots. She gave me and each of my siblings a Japanese name and enrolled us in a Peruvian-Japanese school. I, Shizuka, have the same name as my great-grandmother, and, although it is not a big deal, I preserve her legacy somehow.

III
With all of the above as a basis, I will give you a rundown of my life:

Although I am now a calm person, in my early years I was totally the opposite and I caused problems for my parents because of it, especially when I was in Japan. I went there when I was 3 years old and I stayed there for about a year. During that time I got lost in a supermarket, I painted all the walls of our rented apartment, I destroyed my mother's makeup and who knows what else. When I returned to my country, now to stay permanently, I went to school and was able to release all the artistic, creative and destructive side in me. Finally, and for the peace of mind of my family, I calmed down and was a good student.

I practiced karate when I was in elementary school. Many of the principles and discipline I learned I carry with me to this day although, unfortunately, I did not finish my training due to health problems (I will carry the purple belt forever). I also learned to swim around that time, one of the best things I could do in the summers of my adolescence.
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