The highest apple in the tree

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Finally, I am here.. in Córdoba. . I do not even understand why I have left. Finally I saw him, the guy I was not able to forget not even a single day all over the past 3 years. Here in front of that bridge El Puente Romano, seeing the river that runs under us .. made me remember the past 22 years of my life.

1992

I was born in 1992. Of course what you will read now are all stories heared from my mother and other details I captured from my pictures when I was young.

I was and still a very spoiled young girl, whatever I wanted was like orders to my family . Thanks God my parents treated me and till now with kindness and respect to my privacy. No deny that in my first childhood years I used to fear my mother a lot. I used to think that she is cruel, but now, and with the age I have, I understand my mother's way of educating and raising me as I owe her all the progress I achieved and still achieving in my life. As for my father, he is the kindest one ever, even I always say to myself that if it was not for the education my father gave or for the amount , large one , he spent on me I would not be able to reach the posts I am in now. However, My father is the best parent father ever, but the worst husband of all. And this was the begin of all.

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