I always wonder how old am I, 

¿How old are my memories?

 

I have a little secret that I would like to tell you.

I have a beautiful treasure, and it has nothing to do with jewelry. 

My treasure is a memory. A memory from my childhood. 

And from all of my memories, this is the only one,

that I don’t want to forget. 

 

Would you let me share my treasure with you ? 

Come, take seat,  I am making tea.