Do you think it is a narrative composition?? or a description?. PLEASE CORRECT ME. When someone asks me about my childhood, I answer it was fabulous. Being the little of the family has its advantages. Pampering from my parents, uncles, siblings, and specially from my dear grandmother Porota. I have few memories of my childhood but those that I can remember, my grandma is always there. I could not forget those magnificent afternoons with her, where she looked after me because my dad and mum had to work all the time and my elder siblings had to go to school, so my mum´s mother took care of me. I used to start my morning with her breakfast in my bed watching TV. Then, at noontime she prepared delicious and unmatched lunches with her soft and wrinkled hands, unforgettable for me. I always thought she cooked the best meals. By the time I had a full belly, we were ready to share the rest of the day together. We started visiting my aunt at her home and after a pair of hours, we continued our walk to the park clutching our hands strongly each other. Sometimes to not let me fall because of my young age and sometimes to not let her because of her old age. In that park we laughed in a knowingly way, talked about simple things, played with great tenderness and gave and received continually demonstrations of love, of that special love, which only grandparents and grandchildren can understand. Before arriving at home, she bought me candies and ice cream. We kept that on secret because my mum did not want I eat sweets because of my tooth decay and neither wanted Porota eat its because of her diabetes. Finally, we got home and I told my parents extremely thrilled what I had done with my second mum, Porota. Today she is no more here, but I remember her as the most important person in my childhood. The person who I most loved.