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In this photo I was one year old. I was wearing a pink dress that was a gift of my grandmother.
THINGS I RECALL MOST ABOUT MY GRANDMA
I’m from Venezuela, here we says “Abuela” and that meaning “grandma”, but I din’t call her “abuela” but “mamagrande”(That mens “Big mother”), because of my mother. She says that to call her “abuela” was to say her “very very very old woman”. Then my “abuela” was ever for me “mamagrande”. She was of dark skin and ever smiled.
She smoked with the cigarette fire inside his mouth and never burned. She was a descendant of African slaves who had escaped and they got used to smoking in this way so that at night they could not discover where they were by the light of the tip of the cigarette. She liked help everybody and in the place where we lived everybody loved her.
I remind a Mother’s Day that I saw my sister Marcia gave a gift to my mother and another to “mamagrande”. Then I run and the gift my sister gave me for my mother I give it to “mamagrande” and after said my sister gave me the another gift for my mother, and when she said that there were no other nor money to buy it I felt me very sad.
My “mamagrande” was very special, a grandmother that gave a lot of love to her grandsons and grandsons outsiders.
She had many wise words. I remember these: "Fortune tellers do not know where evil comes from, when evil is for them they can not guess"
She died when I was eight years old.

A WONDERFUL STORY ABOUT ME AND MY GRANDMA
I say that the most wonderful story of me and my “mamagrande” (grandmother) was to grow learning with her example to love and to do well to everybody. She ever had her hands open for help everybody, at day, at night. Ever looked for the solutions of troubles of all family, neighbors and people unknown.
That was her wonderful story and her wonderful heritage