Where are my shoes?
To tell you about this story is to dig into my childhood memories, some that are not so good to have for a 2-year-old girl. However, it brings out a point that sometimes we seem to forget and diminish its importance. My recollection of past events as an adult goes back to when I was 2 years of age, not because of a picture that serves as a clue that such "this or that" happened, but actual facts stored on my brain. I grew up like many kids nowadays without a father, not because he didn't exist; but, because of the circumstances at the time. Let's just leave it at that to avoid the explanations of why at this moment. The first visit that I recall from him, was when I was 2 year of age. He showed up at my aunt's house with some shoes that didn't fit me, the shoe size was too small, hence he promised to come back the following weekend with the right size. I am a twin, I do not remember if he showed up with something for my brother, if he did, I don...