Collection Periscopio
Premio Edebé de literatura Juvenil 2014
We had travelled down to the little town of Clayton so my father could take the DNA samples of that woman, Aurora K., in order to know if she was “my father’s mother”, the biological one. I emphasize “my father’s mother” because, for me, that woman will never be my grandmother. My grandmother was someone else, the one who set big card games with all the cousins, the one who used to prepare chicken rolls for my birthday, the one who told me amazing stories about life in Turenia before the war… No DNA test can change that. I don’t care if her blood does not flow through my veins, or my grandpa’s, or my cousins’ blood. They are my family. I am and will always be a Pekar. My father always tells me that stories must be explained from the beginning. And this story is too extraordinary, so let me start again, now from the beginning….
Rights sold to Mexico
Values: Education for peace, Traditions and cultures
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