This
photo is very special for me, because it brings me back good memories. It was
taken when my brother was born, in May 2004.
He
was a baby, my parents were always with him, and I became a little jealous. Of
course, he was always crying and crying and I didn’t stand it. When my brother
started to cry, I ran to the kitchen, I took the phone and I started to shout:
“the police, the police, come here! The baby is crying!”.
Of
these episodes I remember that at nights, my parents hid the phone, because if
I was in the bed, and my brother cried, I got up and I went to the kitchen
again to look for the phone.
ERIK ESTEBAN
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