My story with my cousin
He is my favorite
Diego is like my son because he grew up in my house.
When he was a baby, I took care of him all the time because my aunt was working all day. I loved those moments.
I heard his first word. He said Liz. I cried so much of the emotion.
The saddest day was when my uncles moved. He was 8 and I was 24 years old.
Now, he go to my home every weekend. He always help me clean my room. I love him.
The past year, we went to Huancaya with my parents and my boyfriend.
This travel was amazing.