My name is Alba. I was born twenty-four years ago in a town in the province of Soria, Spain. When I was about five years old my parents separated, so my older brother and I lived with my mother.
I was baptized out of “family tradition,” as one more social custom. When I reached the age for First Communion I couldn’t do it; my mother was found to have breast cancer and we had to move to another city for her treatment. I spent that year in a boarding school run by nuns in Valladolid, and the memories I have from that time are filled with a lot of affection and support.
The following year my mother recovered. I decided that I wanted to make my First Communion, influenced more by the presents I would receive and by the new dress I would be given. I made it in my town, with children five years younger.