A little foreshadowing of what's to come ;)
The first tear I ever shed, I remember vividly, and so does my grandmother who was right next to me when it happened.
I was five years old, and my grandma was watching me because my parents were performing (they danced Tango professionally -you know, as most parents do). I was happily at home watching Dumbo for the first time with my loving Abuelita.
My grandmother says she remembers looking down at me, as I sat there silently with tears streaming down my face.
She sweetly asked, "Ay mi amor, que pasa?" (what's wrong my love)
I whimpered, "they took the baby away from her mama." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
She soothingly responded, "Oh sweetie, don't worry they will be united again." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
My love for elephants began at this very moment, but it didn't end there.