Life for me as a human being represents living it in the Big House ... from when we are a child in the care of our parents, until when it is necessary to do demolitions to build a building, a shopping center, a bank or a nursery. The expression of life can be like this. God through our parents placed the first stone or the foundation of the construction and his own hands molded each fabric and each brick, giving exquisite shape to his image and likeness, at first for nine months, and until now in my 23 years of existence.

He said that when you are a child, you are in the care of your parents, therefore, those who make the decisions about the “Small” House are them. The Little House seeks to know everything that surrounds it, for which it makes use of its senses and corporeity, for which, each object within the house acquires an almost "egocentric" value, where the spaces, the walls, the rooms ... the windows are scratched with pencils and colors through games, laughter and crying, as it is perceived that the entire universe is an accomplice and revolves around the Little House. The weather is usually cruel and kind at the same time.

The Little House begins to discover the difference between himself and the world around him. It is then, the basic trust, the emotional base of strengthening in later constructions, a task in which the parents, especially the mother, have vital relevance, since lacking this foundation, when growing up it would be like a house built on sand. The traces that had been registered on a notarial document now invade the safest spaces and hiding places. Learning to walk, he acquires the achievement of autonomy, since he has the opportunity to satisfy his growing curiosity, turning him into an explorer of secrets and treasures of others, private, bright, beautiful ...

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