When I was a child, we lived in a town called Canary, in the southern Spanish state of Tarragona.
I was nine years old, and we used to go to the seaside on sunny days, and there was this little canary island.
It was very close to the sea.
The children loved it, because they could play on the beach and swim around on the sandy beach, and it was very peaceful.
And then one day, all of a sudden, it started raining.
The wind and waves pushed the sand on the shore, and the water rushed onto the canary and began to flood it.
The water rose up into the air, and at first it was all a big waterfall, but then it became a waterfall.
The sea level rose in a few minutes, and all the houses in the area were underwater.
The streets were flooded and we had to abandon the town because of the flooding.
It all happened because of a single mistake by a small group of people.
The small group called the Canaries, which means “dogs” in Spanish.
When I got older, I became very attached to the island, and I started visiting it often.
There are now two Canaries islands in Spain, and they have both been hit by hurricanes.
What’s going on?
I grew up in a family with a father and a mother.
He was a teacher, and my mother was a very strict housewife.
She always had to make sure that we didn’t get in trouble, and she always taught us how to respect each other.
One day, my mother said, “You know, you’ve never had a baby, so don’t worry about it.”
But I remember my father was very excited.
“Why, you never had any children?” he said.
“You never had anything to look forward to?”
I was really surprised.
I didn’t know that.
And my father also said that he had been told that the sea was rising in Tarragons seaside town, and that he should leave and stay at home.
He didn’t want to get married, and he had two daughters to raise.
He left and went to the mountains to live with his family, and later he died.
He had no money, and no food.
I remember that his daughters were crying.
They were very sad.
And so, he came to me and said, You have to come with me.
“I know it’s hard,” I said, because he had already done so much for me.
And he said, I want you to stay here, so that I can have a family and a good life.
And I agreed.
I had no family, so I had to go with him.
I lived in my own house, and when I went back to school I was only a student.
My father left behind me a wife, and his family didn’t even have a name.
And they didn’t have any children, because my father didn’t work, and none of the children were born.
I thought about him for years.
I felt that I would never see him again.
So I came back to my family, but I wasn’t allowed to visit him.
And one day my father told me, “I am going back to work and I want to take care of you.”
He said, My wife doesn’t want you here.
I said to him, “But you’re my father.”
And he told me that I could come with him if I had a good reason.
And that’s when I agreed to go back.
He said that when I was eight years old I was in the countryside near the city of Marca, and a woman in a green and white convertible drove me to a small forest near the town of Canary.
And when I saw the woman, I realized that she was my mother.
And she told me about the sea rising in the sea, and how I should go back and stay with my family.
I told her that I was going back.
And the next day, the woman came to see me.
She was a little girl with a white and black headscarf.
She didn’t speak much English.
She only said, Canary’s a little town, so it’s very quiet there.
And this was the first time I had ever seen my mother in person.
I went with her to the village, and then I went home.
I just remember my mother saying, I love you very much.
She also told me to leave my mother’s house, because she didn’t like me coming back.
So the next morning, I came to school, and after school I went to my father’s house.
And there he was.
He never talked to me about my mother, or about my father.
I did not know what to do with myself.
My mother had always told me never to leave.
And we just started to talk about it, and about how