Hello guys, storytime about my weekend,! will tell you what happened to me. Everything started on Saturday at 12 am when at a party! met my best childhood friend who came from SLP for his family. Then we went out to get something to drink, we talked a lot about what has happened in each other's lives. Later, we walked arm in arm, and when we arrived at the party we went to dance and laugh. Then he left, and! stayed with my triends. Later, we left there at 2:30 am. The next morning! woke up and went to my friend's little sister's birthday party where we had three hours of mariachi and ate chocolate cake. After that, we had a slumber party. On Sunday morning,! went to work and saw my classmate, then! had breakfast with my friends-chilaquiles and tacos. In the afternoon, ! went to the cemetery to visit my family who rest there, and my mother and ! baked a huge "pan de muerto" (day of the dead bread):
Había una vez un conejo llamado Tito que vivía en el jardín. Le gustaba jugar con su amiga la tortuga María. Un día prepararon galletas de zanahoria para merendar juntos y compartir con los otros animales del jardín.
