Today checking my phone gallery on a cold morning in South America I am currently in Peru, after having emigrated three years ago here I check my phone gallery and a pleasant memory comes to mind, a photo of a sandwich or bread that my mom made me every morning, joy and nostalgia sticks in my mind I remember that my mom made it with so much love and affection I hope she is well in my country Venezuela. Many times as children we forget the genuine love that our parents give us. Tell me what makes you remember your childhood, your mother or your father?