My hero is a woman I met when I was very little. She was all happyness and love, and everyone loved her very much because it was imposible not to adore her. She was the best cooker I've ever met. She was a very cultivated woman, she studied to be a nurse in England and she became one. She married her fiance, and then they came back to Spain to have their daughter, my mom.
I look up to her because she hadn't an easy life at all, but she loved so much my mom and me and my brother and she did everything possible to let us know how much she loved us. She was always playing with me and my brother, and I remember sometimes when my mother or my father weren't looking, she gave us chocolate or candy and we ate it together in the kitchen secretly. This woman was my grandmother.
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