However, I remember that the floor was always very clean, and with time, my mom got cardboard that she put all over the floor.
She would wax it with red-colored clay so that our floor would shine.
My mommy always worked hard when the 4 of us were very little, she gave us everything she could possibly give us.
I remember when I was between 10 and 12 years old, my dad bought us a complete outfit for Christmas.
On December 24th, wearing everything, I was walking down the stairs to the second floor and I slipped. I fell but nothing serious happened because my dad was there.
He took me in his arms and kept me from hitting the floor.
- I remember we never bought sandwiches.
My mother would buy sliced bread, butter, and white cheese — I didn’t even know about the existence of mozzarella or cheddar cheese.
She would run the white cheese through boiling water to soften it and bring down the saltiness, add it to the bread, butter it, and then smash them in a pan using another metal pan.
They were the best sandwiches of my life.
- When I was little, I used to get sick a lot with my stomach and respiratory tract and I always had a dirty nose. One time there was a costume contest at school, I won for being a wicked witch and my gift was several boxes of tissues. My mom was very excited, as she made the costume with a lot of effort, while I was very embarrassed about my gift.
- My parents were hard workers but, even so, there was a time when I was in elementary school, that we were pretty tight on money, since they invested almost all of it into buying a house.
I was about 8 years old and I was chosen as the grade candidate for school parties.
Even though it was my dream, instead of trying to come up with explanations, I just told them in front of everyone that they should pick another girl.
And even though I didn’t like her, I had heard in the bathroom that she wanted to be a candidate and I knew she had the financial means to do it.
I felt calm and happy because I knew that I did not want my parents to have unnecessary expenses and that, if I could support that, it was not sacrifice, but love for my family.
- In my childhood, I never felt poor, my grandmother and my aunt made sure that we didn’t have to go without anything, the children of the neighbors were the ones who told us that we were poor because we had no luxuries.
- My mother would eat the meat from the spine of the chicken, and I couldn’t understand why. She would also bring us snacks from her work that we all loved, while she didn’t seem to like them at all.
Do you remember a story where your mom or dad went the extra mile for their family?
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