I remember when we lived in Guatemala, my mother preferred to go hungry to see my dad, my sister and I eat.I remember my mom saying “ the bean you left on your plate is crying” every time I refused to finish my plate of beans.With this funny phrase,my mom taught to be grateful not only for food but everything that God has put in my hands.I remember my mom teaching how to read the bible when I did not even know how to say my own name.As soon I learned how to read,my mom gave me her motivational books.By reading these books, I started to love reading.
I remember when we lived in Guatemala, my mother preferred to go hungry to see my dad, my sister and I eat.I remember my mom saying “ the bean you left on your plate is crying” every time I refused to finish my plate of beans.With this funny phrase,my mom taught to be grateful not only for food but everything that God has put in my hands.I remember my mom teaching how to read the bible when I did not even know how to say my own name.As soon I learned how to read,my mom gave me her motivational books.By reading these books, I started to love reading.