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My father has a factory of candy of tamarind, it is his work since 1994 when he founded it factory the name of it is “Pavito”, she put that name because for my brother, who died when he was months old , his name was Pablo and my grandfather used a nickname for he, that is Pavito, for this reason the factory name is that one. I remember when i was a child how my sister and i spent all weekends and free days, i that factory we loved to be running all the rooms and see how they made the candys, there is a woman called " Señora Rosy" she has been with my father at the factory since it began until this day as the “Señor Jorge” them are responsible for the masses of the candys and manage employees , but before when the factory was in a small house they were in charge of making and administering all about the process of the candys, and my father to , my sister and I always there with them and seeing how they made the candys and secretly they gave us for us to eat them, I loved and still love the smell of tamarind, this smell reminds me of my childhood and ir is a part of my life, it remember me too my dad as who he is, his achievements and thanks to their efforts and as such how he use tamarind, and made that delicious candys that I love and could eat a lifetime, he is who is today a businessman. i remember too that in my father’s office, he had a blackboard in which he wrote all the orders he had to deliver,  I did not know it was so i erased it all, and I started to draw in it and when my father saw what i had done he was very angry with me, now I remember that he was always angry with me because of all the antics that i do at the factory because as I was young I had no idea what was important and what was not; other thing that i did is on the second floor of the house that he used as factory , there the “Señor Jorge” did the "chamoy" I ascended secretly and i put in my hand in the buckets where he did it, and i ate it all , and something that i remember a lot, where i had a lot of fun was that in the stairs was a table helping to put down the buckets with the "chamoy" but I used it as a slide, and after I had eaten the “chamoy” I was running to slipped and I hid because i do not want that nobody discovered me. I had great times there and still have differently, with more responsibility because if I go and I will not play, I'm going to help my dad working, but always remember my father’s factory as important part of my ife and my childhood.