As fast as I finished my school I stared to work in restaurants, because when I had to do hausework I discovered my habilities for the gastronomy so I studied it without know that like a work the gastronomy is more a technique than an art. It was the hardest that I've lived, I cut and burnt my hands loads of times.
In that moment my mom spent her time working, I didn´t feel good but I couldn't talk to her. my sister became my bestfriend but she stayed at home all the time and that made her bored, so she knew a guy, them she was gone, too. I have a tattoo with my sister's name.
But everything wasn't such bad. My sister got pregnant, I know, she could take a better decision because she's younger than me, but everything is done. Now she lives with me and my mom and the babygirl has been the happiness in my home for two last years. I try to speak to her in English and she must think that i'm crazy.
All the bad things always bring something good. I've been sad but that sadness has made significant every happy moment. Now I'm stronger and I have more confidence in myself in what I'm able to do and endure. Far o near my family is there for me and I for them.
