Mom worked hard all her life. She once purchased live chicken, gutted and shipped the birds to a highland city without industrialized coops, and where an uncle' restaurant wanted to add roasted chicken to its menu.
Mom had to use public transportation before dawn to get to the market. As her older male child (10y)I thought it would be inappropriate for a beautiful woman walk alone before dawn, so I volunteer to escort her, since it will not interfere with school time.
Mom would wake me up at 4am and after a quick breakfast we walked 1 km to the avenue where a shared taxi would take us to the main market. Sometimes there were no chicken at all at that market and we had to go to the coops outside the capital. We returned home with 30 chicken or so that Mom killed and gutted. I bought dry ice, then she packed and couriered the birds. We were left with a lot of innards and since I hated livers' taste, Mom would ask me to sell them in the neighborhood, she would not discard anything nutritious.
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hola!me puedes explicar 1)como hago para tener una traduccion(al frances o al espanol)de tus textos? mi hija no quiere traducirmelos porque le hacen llorar
2)me dices como hacer pra escribir cada vez un nuevo texto?y como encontrarlo despues,como hacerlo leer por los conocidos etc,como corregirlo etc?yo recien hago mis pininos y estoy perdida,escribi una cojudecita(un recuerdo)para ejercerme(blogger google
http://infanciasyotrashistorias.blogspot.com/2008/6
no se si la direccion es correcta,yo misma no se como buscarme!
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