Last August 15 was my birthday. Escapes me tell Inma (a volunteer who has been with us a month) than at home celebrating the saint as the Meets. And that little comment took its toll ...
On the night I surprised everyone in the house with the happy birthday and a cake ... was endearing ... But that's not just the birthday ...
In Honduras there is a certain tradition in pop an egg on the head of the honorees ... and Melvin and Rigo, the kids in the house ... while I calmly broke the cake ... looked at Michael as seeking their approval ... and Miguel if it was the emperor of Rome under the thumb down and was the signal for the attack ...
In a matter of seconds an egg had burst in my head ... and a couple of seconds but was on the floor having thrown all tray of cups a daring attempt to avenge their ...
the end was a little prejudiced since not only impregnated egg on my cavalier but a bruise on her leg that has lasted me a couple of weeks ...
After all I love ... pass me like a child. 
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