My mother met my father in Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico, after five years of dating they finally got married when my mother Leticia was 19 years old and my father Alberto was 21 years old. My mother told me that right after they got married they wanted to have children and tried to conceive one, but it was really difficult because my mother had an ovarian cyst and getting pregnant was hard for her. After 3 years she finally got pregnant, my mother told me that when she told my father she was so happy that she told all my relatives that my mother was pregnant without caring about my mother's opinion. The first thing I would like to point out is that I was a planned child and as my mother says "I was one of the greatest blessings to them". Now I will talk a little about my childhood and childhood, I was born on June 29, 1993 and my parents decide to name me Karen Castaneda. My mother told me that the first time I walked without help we were at my grandparents' house I was 1 year and a week when this happened, however at that age I also learned to say "mum" and "dad" of 8 moths , quite a smart kid, right? My mom says my first word was “mom,” I just think she wanted to hear that word first. One of the things my mother reminds me about my temperament is that I was very sensitive and since I was the first child I became a spoiled child, which in the end was really bad because if I didn't get something I wanted I would cry and do all those things bad things that children do. I was "berrinchuda" (in a bad mood). According to Baumrind the way my parents raised me was in an authoritative parenting style, in reality I was simply raised by my mother because my dad was never around...... middle of paper.... .. her name was Karla she was also born in June just on a different day, our friendships were the same so it wasn't a problem for both of us. I remember that day as one of the most beautiful, I remembered that my mother allowed me to do my nails for the first time and also allowed me to wear makeup, I was very excited and in the end everything went well, except for one thing that I didn't expect that none of the our fathers could participate in our celebration. At the time my dad was mad at me so we didn't talk to each other but I invited him and told him I wanted him to be there but he decided not to go which was really sad for me. I know my dad wasn't there when I needed him and that's why I love my mom so much because she will do everything she can to make me happy and she also supported me and I can say hers made me appreciate her more than All.