Childhood Memeories

The smell of the tortillas my ninera makes

Si chocolate si, si, si

Beatrice hides the bush shakes

With a roar she pops out

With a screech I flee 

Read me a story

La playa y spot

Beatrice calls me her glory

Te amo mucho

I love you a lot

You teach me Spanish because that is all you know

You look sad when I say “I wish I look like you”

You sowed up Pinky my blanky throw 

I like that you speak Spanish

Now I only speak Spanish too!

I can still smell the tortillas you made

Beatrice te amo mucho

The memories will never fade

You made my childhood a joy

I will always love you so