First

 When I was ten we moved to a smaller city because of my dad´s job, it was different but nice.
It was a small town next to the beach where my mom grew up and we also visited it in holidays. My older sister didn’t want to move and this was supposed to be for only a year so my parents sent her to a boarding school and I came along with them. I was the new girl and that always sucks! No matter where and how many times you had been the new girl: is never fun.  But from the bright side I was making friends quicker than I thought.

Two months after we arrived to our new home my parents went to a long trip, something to do with my
dad´s new job and my grandpa came to town to take care of me. My grandfather was an incredible man; he was fun and easy going, and everybody in my family and in town admire and loved him. Whenever we spent time together it was always a blast! I remember we used to watch old movies and eat whatever we want, whenever we wanted the only thing he asked in return was not to tell my grand mother. 

I came back from school one day and I was really upset, I had a fight with one of the girls in my classroom because she thought I was getting in her way or something, so I felt blue; I remember my grandpa asked me two times what was wrong and I didn’t answer, so at dinner time he sat down and told me "if you don’t want to talk, don’t talk. But you need to express what you are feeling." Somehow I went back to my room and that was the first day I wrote what I was feeling.

I wanted to start a blog but I didn’t knew how until today, I hope you like it and grandpa wherever you are thank you!