story of my life and drawing

"story of my life and the drawing"

I was born into a poor family
I also grew up in poverty, so maybe I am stable now,
I was in elementary school back then, when I learned how to paint, in fact it was a business of painting and drawing, but with young people selling it for less, ten pesos each, the cheap pesos, it was fun when someone draws me, and buys it, which I spend for myself, for those who want to buy it, or if I give it to my mother, she is glad when I willingly give her the money I have I'll struggle, even for a small amount.

but when I went to highschool, it never went away, with many friends, many acquaintances and so on, I learned to love, until everything was broken,
I can't say that my life was miserable now that I was growing up, I also didn't regret it, but the things that happened in my life made me feel better,
I had children,
I'm happy there,
maybe mimiss the drawing, which was never done again, because of the duties now planted in me, but the drawing I can never forget, may not be in my hand, but planted it is in my heart, so that even though I could not draw it, there is a memory in my heart that will never be lost.