The history of a inmigrant baby

I'm a good man. At least that's what my mom says. She always repeat it. She says I should show the best part of every country I represent. My history begins in Venezuela. My parents, young doctors, decide to be in love. With deep hope they married a march 24. Their country was on difficult time. There was no food, No medicines. The salary it was a joke for their tittle and their job. They loved to work at the hospital but the economic situacion made them think about future of medicine in that place.
My mother notice one day her period was late. oh my God!! Venezuela would be now my country too...
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Photo: Isla de Margarita. Juan Griego bay. Venezuela