I was born one day at a southern horny place, right at the edge of San Salvador, a placed called San Ramon. Far from the city, where the sun burns in the summer, the wind stocks the air with dust, and birds sing every morning. There, where the days are hot and the nights cold. Since I don鈥檛 remember that specific day, I would say that was not the best morning for my mother. She was suffering birth pains, expecting to receive me in her lap, as every mom does. I was blessed to have a home to be born, a shelter to be protected, a family to live in. It was January, still under the effects of December weather, the coldest days in the year. Nothing to worry about, I was in the best hands, despit
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