When I was young growing up in Sofia, the house I remember as a child was very special. At this house there were many generation living with so much stories and love.
When I was growing up in Sofia, my grandmother always came to pick me up from daycare. She continued to do it as long as I went to daycare. The sunshine of her bright smile lit up my day every time.
When I was young growing up in Sofia, my grandmother spent unlimited time with me and she answered the most contradictorily question with open heard. Wich allowed me to become the strong sociable person.
When I was growing up in Sofia, playing on the street with kids captured flattering experiences of learning entertaining moments and teaching me what good friendships are all about it.
When I was young, growing up in Sofia, my grandmother was the best cook. She admires me to learn all the fabulous dishes. Her delicious dishes were a masterpiece to me.
When I was growing up in Sofia, dinner time was the happiest moments for me. Sitting around the table listening to people wisdom.