I really can't remember well enough for my childhood because most of the memories I had was lost it's either on typhoon or the photo was moist due to a humid and cold environment where I lived. All I had is the memory left behind.
Actually, I want to blog this because when its time to leave and I will be buried beneath the grounds. At least my story has been recorded somewhere on the Internet. And if some of my grand grand grand sons stumble this article at least my memory shall be told for generations.
I will be detailed as much as I can remember. That's a promise. I will try to get some pictures of my old memories and try to describe as clearly as possible. We can start in the recent events but it's not how the story goes, correct.
I am Christian Elloso Cada, son of Alberto Oblefias Cada and Susana Juacalla Elloso Cada
And this is my story. Quinne and Phia I hope you can read this when its time.
Actually, I want to blog this because when its time to leave and I will be buried beneath the grounds. At least my story has been recorded somewhere on the Internet. And if some of my grand grand grand sons stumble this article at least my memory shall be told for generations.
I will be detailed as much as I can remember. That's a promise. I will try to get some pictures of my old memories and try to describe as clearly as possible. We can start in the recent events but it's not how the story goes, correct.
I am Christian Elloso Cada, son of Alberto Oblefias Cada and Susana Juacalla Elloso Cada
And this is my story. Quinne and Phia I hope you can read this when its time.
