We had friends in the neighborhood, what I remember the most, are a couple of brothers, WYLLY and WALTER, when we met at my house.
They brought his dad's guitar and if I remember correctly, there was an accordion.
They sang the song of the gray pickup truck.
Also, we had a folkloric dress, with which we took turns dancing to the song of the song of the black.
It was magical.
Ever since I was little, my father was careful with money.
He wasn't one to give money to spend for his children.
Now I understand that this may have been because for him.
His childhood was plagued by deprivation.
I don't remember when, but he would give us 50 cents a day if we behaved well.
At that time, it was enough to buy several sweets.
As he wasn't a person who bought us toys.
Sometimes, we didn't spend anything to complete a set of dolls wearing wigs.
The kind that, today, can be a dollar.
This helped me understand the value of money.
It was very hard to get.
When he came upset or perhaps tired, he would tell us that he wouldn't give us anything, because we hadn't been good girls.
As was very common, we were not greedy.
I remember that my sister and I used to agree, when we got together for a package of cookies each, we bought cinnamons and trikitrakes.
We split half of it.
At the time, I got along well with my sister.
My father was a man of half-absence.
Sometimes, I wondered if I wanted to see it.
It was rare to be on good terms with him.
One of the good times was when he bought an Atari.
I remember that, when I bought a record (one of those squares), we would watch it play, for hours.
He invited us to see him.
He always told us that until he learned how to play that game and taught us, then we could use it.
The same thing happened when he bought a Nintendo.
In those moments, he played with us.
In those moments there was a certain peace.
Now that I'm older, I understand that he, my father, showed us his inner child.
That's a memory I cherish.
At the time that my mother was hospitalized, at that time, I think she had her womb removed for early cancer, my sister would have been about 10 years old.
I remember eating egg and potatoes, potatoes with egg and potatoes with egg, hahaha, that's what my father used to say.
And it was obligatory to eat.
It's not that he only knew how to cook that, in fact, he was the one who taught my mother how to cook when they got married.
He wasn't bad at all, but he was a tough man.
Although, at the time, I wasn't fond of it, I don't think I ever felt that way.
Always being on the defensive is not easy for a child.
It was very overwhelming to guess his mood.
The feeling that reigned in my home was fear.
It's funny, when you're little, it's easy to block out memories or forget what you don't want to remember.