I was born on the 23rd of September 1994, on the 6th floor of the hospital Seguro Social, Social Security Hospital. All of the babies slept peacefully, except me. I was causing headaches to giving the nurses headaches with my pleasant sobbing. Who would have thought that 18 years later I would be in the same stressful and rewarding situation. enduring the tantrum. I grew up in a loving family consisting of my mom, dad, and grandma. We used to be go out of town on weekends, enjoying nature and visiting some friends. Unfortunately, when I was 4 years old my dad started having had a drinking problem, which ,because of that, my parents were always fighting caused arguments in my home. I felt really sad and afraid, but I knew that crying was not an option, because that will make would have made my mom feel even worse. One night, I was watching my favorite Disney movie; "Hercules," when my mom came into the room and said,

     "Sweetie, we have to go. Pack your bags." 
     "Where we going?" - I said
     "We are going to Grandma's. We will stay there for a while."
     "But where is daddy?"
     "He is not coming. I will tell you why once we have arrived."

     Of course, I already knew what was going on. After a week on at my grandma’s, my dad visited us, promising he would change; he would do anything to get us back; even go to rehab. 

     My mom took him to Alcoholics Anonymous. We started attending with him twice at week, for about a year. if It may sound rare strange, but I enjoyed it. The building had a nice pool, delicious snacks, and I could not forget the cool sticker of a drunken parrot that they gave to me. But Besides of the trivial things, I was really happy, because the program was actually working, and not just for my dad but also for the other attendees, who had lost their jobs, their families -- everything -- because of the bitter liquid.