OK this chapter has been coming for a while but I had to wait for the right moment and I think that now it is time.
This is the chapter where thay have tried to kill me.
So, we will travel in time, rewind about 18 months before I weant to that Nani's house for the first time.
And here we are, 🇵🇹Portugal, this naturally beautiful coubtry, whith his long summers and desert like vegetation at some point in the year. Where men love football and women stay under control, or else!
Aniway, here I am, in Portugal🇵🇹at my grandmother's house, where we were living me, mom and dad, both my uncles and my grandparents.
This was a time when people did not have phones or even computers or internet, most families didn't even own a TV, maybe a radio... And this fact was responsible for people being in each other's business all of the time. Everyday my grandmother's house was invaded by people, friends, family and they where all convinced that I was a beautifull and very smart baby, because I was only 1,5 years old and I could allready speak very well and walk.
Again, there was no TV, information, people only knew whatever the neighbors told them so the word was that there was a genius baby growing up at my grandma's place.
This baby was me.
This part of the story is hard to tell because it happened over an extended period of time but I'll try to explain it as accurate as possible.
I was sick, the only memory I have is the following, a pink medicine which tasted a bit like if you mash sugar in water and it had a pink color. After taking this medicine someone took me to the bathroom and gave me the most shocking experience that I can remember it was traumatizing.
Bear in mind that I was about 1,5 years old and I remember clearly being in my grandmother's house's upstairs bathroom sitting on the 'throne' with someone next to me holding white toilet paper in theyr hand when I started to feel a huge pain in my belly and the person started to reach into the 'throne' where I was sitting (there was a lot of space being me because of my small size). I felt something moving behind me and when they pulled theyr hand out from the toilet, I saw the white toilet paper again and, I will never be able to erase this image from my mind, I've looked at the toilet paper and there where small snakes inside of it, yes Snakes!
I wasn't old enough to poop by miself but somehow I had to deal with this perturbed situation, I wasn't ready for it, my brain didn't know how to react to what it was seeing so I just kept looking at that person's hand full of snakes which kame from inside of me, I realize now that the pink syrup must have been a laxative, the person who could have been my mom or grandmother, I'm not sure anymore, threw the snakes in the toilet and threw a bucket of water on them to flush them down because the flushing mechanism was not working.
I don't know how these snakes got inside of me but for sure it wasn't a coincidence that I had to be operated on my belly a couple of months later.
*these memories are from a very long time ago I am trying to describe them as well as I can but Some info just might have been lost in all these years.
The next chapter will be coming soon it will be about a great hero. Stay tuned for more!
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