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These were some of my family dialogues during and minutes after they stormed into the restaurant where we were celebrating the birthday of my grandmother, Uncle

(with tone and incredible natural total) - Oops che. They toiled, seriously eh. Prima

(or rather it were the burglars, alteradísima) - Well, I suck an egg. This is a good time to let everyone know I smoke. YES, SMOKE! So? (lighting a fag with a pulse shakes)

Someone - I first put a $ 100 bill on the table. But then I regretted it, I kept it and put a $ 20. Aunt

- I kicked the purse under the table and ran, I went to hell.

Primito 4 years - this restaurant will not be back again! Grandma

- Well, my love is gone. Relax. Why do not you drink a glass of wine? and, in one gulp.
I (trembling from head to foot, recovering from a panic attack) - No, no. I want to smoke. Grandma
- Yes, yes. Fumá. Fumá in twos, threes, and you calm down.

husband of my grandmother - Pseh! I do not steal anything. Neither approached the table, he saw the face of it (pointing to my grandmother) and ran. Another

someone - says the owner of the place if they want to call an ambulance to Guadalupe is very nervous. Uncle
- JAJAJAJAAJJAAJAJ! Yes! Dale, dale! What fun!

I Dropped My Ds In The Bathtub

My parents checked the notebooks when I was in the early years of primary school. They saw every cartoon and every task to do. To note that once made me the teacher for misbehaving in class (I challenged a lot).
Later, I checked the folders and notebooks of communications. And at some point began with backpacks, pockets and any piece of paper they could find while, incidentally, I checked the room.
was how my mom was shocked when a feisty little note she had written a friend in third grade. Or how she and my dad found the letters myself depressive friend at 13 years and I "banned" with her.
also found my stories and the Literature of the school workshop and not just read them without my consent but showed them to some family members. Similarly
suspect (because I never caught it) that my mom read it without scruple each notebook, which I wrote from 12 to 16 years. Papers I never wanted to show anyone.
And how can I forget the day I saw out of my room and lock himself in the bathroom to read the letters I wrote my uncles when I was 15.
To take a few weeks ago I left a folder of pictures in my bed and had spent an hour when my mother started to say how beautiful it looked.
might also mention that not a day goes by without coming to my room when they feel like and what they crave, or even when trying to enter the bathroom while I am, but I think I was clear.
When I was in elementary school, much envied a friend once asked me to keep a diary at home we shared. "If you see my mom is not going to read, I review things."

For all these reasons and more, do not tell me out of place if I get mad because they read my blog on the sly. I know that this is the Internet and can be read by anyone, but it does not take a genius to realize he does not want to read it and you will not be the same again now that I know. If anyone is out of place here, definitely not me.

I'm not a bad daughter who refuses to share anything with their parents. Maybe if I had not been obliged to share my life today would be a little less angry and reserved.

not know what will happen with this. A pity.