A meal

Hello, today I´m going to talk about a topic not so interesting but with too much meaning for some persons, who doesn´t remember the first time that eat their favorite food?, or the that date when you went to eat or drink something with that special person?, or that Christmas meal when you received that toy that you were waiting for months and Santa Claus bring it to you that night?

Well, today I´m going to write about meals, and I´m going to tell you about some meals that I remember. I couldn´t tell you about a certain time, like, "That night on winter when, after a long day in the university I went to home and eat and instant soup that makes me feel better…", No, not this time.

I´m going to write about the meals with my ( a little bit broken) family, when I was six years old my parents get divorced, and that meant that I could see my dad just on weekends, and in that weekends we went to different places, like parks and sites like that, and then we went to eat our favorite food in that time... CHINISE FOOD!, that thing was delicious, I remember that meals fondly, not for the flavor or something, I remember that meals for the time that I had with my dad, And that are very nice memories for me.

In addition to that, I remember two moments besides of that, my mom in that time worked too much and I had to stay in my grandparents’ home like all the day (the days when she worked obviously), My grandmother prepares delicious food, and I helped her sometimes, and apart from that, after the divorce and after the studies of my mom, a man arrived to our home, that person, my mother´s boyfriend, he´s a nice guy, he doesn´t cook really good, but, he makes efforts to make good food for me and my mom, I remember all the times with my mom and him, the Christmas meals and the new year meals too, and obviously when we have time, The times when my mother, me and stepfather get a meal together

With anything else to say I leave

Javier.