Ruthy & Rodrigo.
It’s hard for me to write or even talk about this. I feel empty inside. I loved her and I miss her so much. She left us too early, and seeing my cousin lose his mother. It’s heartbreaking. My aunt died in cancer the 3th of September 2013. She had fight for so long almost 11 years. It all started when I was 4 years old, 1996. I didn’t understand at that point I was way too young. But I remember it like it was yesterday. She got breast cancer; it was a hard news for us. But we all stayed positive. My aunt didn’t want my cousin Rodrigo to see her when she got bad, before and after the surgery. So he started to live with us that year. It was summer and Rodrigo usually stayed at our place so it didn’t feel strange having him around. We went to Spain, Mallorca that summer. Just to take Rodrigo out and think of something else. He is four year’s older than me. He was eight. Unlike me, my cousin did understand what was going on around us. He realized that his mother was sick. My aunt was a heavy smoker at that time. But she stopped the moment she found out about the cancer. She was decided to fight. We tried to live a normal life; we did normal stuff as a normal family. We tried. When we were kids, there was a Chilean association we always went to. We used to dance a certain Chilean dance. That is typical for us, we did also have costumes. We specially danced these types of Chilean folk dance when it was the national day in Chile. It is almost like Swedish midsommarafton. With the costumes, the food and the different types dance. But we have Chilean food and a lot of food too. It’s crazy I don’t think we even eat all the food that we make but still we cook for at least a hundreds each year the national day comes. We went to this Chilean association almost every weekend. I remember how much I liked it. I used to count the days until Friday. We organized parties where we baked and cooked (a little more) food. Witch we sold to save money for our youth...
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