IT'S NOT JUST A HAPPY DAY, IT'S ALSO THE HAPPEST WEEK OF MY LIFE

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Hello today I am going to share with you something that I have never done ... Since it is something very personal and I keep it as a highly prized treasure
It is the fact of talking about the personal, I come from a small family with a lot of love, principles and values, where my father and mother taught my only brother and me to take care of each other, respect each other and above all love each other, always count on each other. . Not everything is perfect, I tell you that there are always differences and it is normal since it is part of life.

It all starts when mom and dad get married very young at 22 years of age, they both decide to conceive a beautiful baby whom we will call super hero. when my young mother goes to give birth her blood pressure begins to rise, her legs to swell and Furthermore, he loses his vision, my first-time father goes quickly to the emergency room, where my mother is forced to "give birth" naturally by some residents, not being able to give herself and prolonging the time of the baby in the belly, increasing fetal suffering, passing the time of delivery causing the super hero to suffer from hypoxia (lack of oxygen in intrauterine life) to complete the picture he also evacuates (meconium) when the specialist arrives, he realizes the emergency and my mother is taken to the ward During surgery, surviving the Eclamsia that threatened the lives of both, this lack of oxygen caused neurological changes in the little baby born on June 3, 1988, who thank God in adulthood was able to overcome them. My beloved father, happy that mommy and the little one will overcome such a great test, I take care of her and fill her with love, becoming pregnant for the second time. Making that there were only 11 months and 23 days of difference between my birthday and that of my super hero.

But not everything was happiness in the story, but it came with a combo of emotions where the suspense made its appearance since the pressure of mother began to rise again and her body to swell, a fact that it cost her to stay in the ward for 15 days. a hospital with the diagnoses of pre-ecapsy and high-risk pregnancy, in addition to being in my mother's uterus, it did not allow the doctors to look at my sex (my legs were intertwined) It was a surprise to everyone to the point that my father tells me that the clothes they bought for me were neutral colors (green, white, yellow) until the day I was born on May 26, 1989 at approximately 4:00 am. My maternal grandmother, may she rest in peace, was a seamstress, when she found out I was a girl, she ran out to make a hot pink long-sleeved dress with white lace and a pale pink nugget dress with which they took me elegantly dressed out of the hospital (dresses that I still have).

Upon leaving the operating room, the doctor addressed my father with the forceful and harsh words: Mr. G. If you love her wife, do not make her pregnant with her anymore. Since in a third cesarean section the baby, his wife or both can lose their lives. And this is how they decide to sterilize my young mother. Remaining pending in the love contract that both had to have 3 children.
Therefore from May 26 to June 3, it is the happiest week of my life since theoretically "we share the same age" the superhero and I, there I make a thousand messages expressing that he is my favorite twin, and that I am grateful for his life, I enjoy every second of this beautiful week that begins today, I look forward to it for a whole year, and I do not waste a second of it to remind him how happy I am to have him in my life.

Just looking through my things, I got a small notebook with yellow pages and a letter dated March 23, 2019 at 9:15 am that is titled my Super Hero and reads verbatim as follows:
How not to love you? If you opened the door of our mother's womb for the first time, filling our parents' home with your love, joy, sense of humor and fresh and outgoing personality. Sending me a space in your universe at 11 months and 23 days of age.

A May 26 ... It happens to become my "favorite twin" during the first week of June, being the most anticipated for 362 days of the year until the poetic June 3 where at 12:01 am I can say with love, happy birthday my favorite twin.

You were my inspiration to get ahead of my studies, I remember when Mom was dedicated to teaching you school assignments, which for you represented a duty and great responsibility, while for me they were the perfect excuse to share time with you and our exemplary mother. , that all this paid off when you came to kindergarten classes I cried to go to school with you, but not a request that the teachers granted me when I was only 4 years old, at that time they only received 5-year-old children . And when you go to first grade, you make me repeat kindergarten because of my age. I never forget the gray days without you. Until they happily advanced me from 2nd grade to 4th grade with you. And from there we happily studied all of primary school and 4 years of high school together.

You also taught me to run away when dad came home from work to greet him with a hug

And how can we forget every Friday that we share together the sweets that Daddy G. brought us when he collected his weekly salary. The team we formed by making lunches together. Where he prepared the best juices on the planet and I delighted in cooking the chicken with vegetables that you like so much. Then followed the "cleaning operation" where you washed the dishes and I cleaned the kitchen.

Not to mention my first day in Kindergarten with you I felt happy, then at school you used your super powers when for the first time you defended me from characters like * Juan Pulido, Gustavo Aguilar * you did not see the size or answer it. Age or race to come to my rescue, but how not to mention when the moment when you challenged the giant 1.80 cm physics teacher, when he did not want to accept my physics essay, you fought until he received it, hahahaha what days those .. .

When I remember them I feel a mixture of feelings that between joy and nostalgia I will never be able to erase from my memory

I could never get over the taquito you swallowed, let alone its origin. It comes to my memory the time you convulsed as little children and I thought you were playing with me as usual, until I understood that something bad was happening. And I could continue to fill in these lines of experiences that happened with you during those 20 years that we share: before your trip to your country of residence and I do not say goodbye yet ... But when our Heavenly Father wishes to put an end to this body mortal and beginning to an immortal life with Him. I don't know when that beautiful day will come.

estos somos tu y yo contra el mundo hermanito

In this way the writing in question concludes.
I say goodbye reminding you that life is one and we do not know when it ends. Value your loved ones, love their flaws and virtues, embrace them since you don't know when the last time you see them will be. I wish you an excellent day, and I thank you for reading my humble writing on such a special day for me as my return to the sun number 32.

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