Caesars injuries landed him in the hospital in Mexico but the doctors told him he would not live.
He asked that he be buried in New York City, so the doctor sent him there.
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He decided to get a second opinion and asked a woman walking by.
"The doctor said my ankle is so big I won't live! Is it true?" He pleaded
"Nah. Just sprained. Forget about it."
With that Caesar decided to find a job. He didn't know what but he did have one special hobby.
FORTUNE TELLING!!
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He approached a shop called "Madame gypsy tells all!"
"Yo' can I get a job?"
A short lady walked out.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Caesar. Caesar Valasques."
She stared at him.
"Well Caesar Valasques, tell me my foutune."
Caesar held her hands in one of his hands and said
"I see that you will hire me!"
"And why is that?" She shot back
"Because-"
Caesar dangled her purse.
"I'm from Honduras."
She stared again
Caesar slipped on his red bracelet to protect from mal de ojo and left to explore the city.
YOU ARE READING
Caesar's American Dream
RandomMy name is Caesar, I was born in Honduras but currently live and work in the big apple. Read the story to find out more! I wrote this so long ago... Just for fun guys... Plz don't judge me
