The Golden Boy

Chapter I: The Old North State

My Name is Oscar Daniel Treviño, I'm a 17-Year-Old Mexican kid living in Texas and this story is basically an autobiography about yours truly. I'm not sure what made me want to do this but i figured it should be fun. Lemme see, well my life has been a rollercoaster from the get-go.
I was born in Raleigh, North Carolina. Now I know what you're thinking; "How did you end up all the way in Texas?"

Well my dad was a nomad. When he was a boy he wasn't very happy, living in Tamaulipas. One day my grandfather came home with great news as always, since he was a very happy man, always loving, he told my dad that he got promoted to a higher position at his job. My dad didn't seem to care nor take thought in his choice of words, my grandfather didn't take too well to that so he left for a drive while depressed. The next day he was found dead on the street in front of a convenient store. My dad was devasted so he went on a suicide mission later that same hour.
He was plotting suicide until a person caught him trying to get hit by a train. His words inspired my dad to be a better person. So he traveled all over America, place to place, offering service and begging for jobs to save some money and move onto the next city. He never told me why he did it but then he found my mom in Raleigh. They met at a coffee shop my dad was applying for, she fell for him right away and as did he her. They became a couple immediately, he told her about himself and she didn't want him to be alone in a big city. So she offered him a place to stay. My grandparents agreed, he wasted little time to work and raise money to buy a house. They succeeded, got married, had a few kids, and never stopped being happy. But like every couple, happiness has a limit. Fights started and arguments lead to staying out late at night.

I still remember what my old house,



That isn't exactly my house but it's almost similar. I grew up learning how to cook and clean after seeing my mom do it often. I was 3 years and already learning how to use milk and a bowl. Next thing i knew i was making eggs at 4! At that age most kids play with miniature toy cars, action figures or stuffed animals. I had a different prized possession, my family's photo book. I would love to sit anywhere and stare at every picture as if my life depended on it. I took it with me where ever I went, I guarded it with my life and made sure it was out of harm's way.

One day in the summer,
June 26, 2003.
My brother was going to summer school to make up his failed semesters. My sister joining him but for the extra credit. The school bus parked in outside the curb and waited as my brother and sister rushed out the door. My mom was on the phone with the divorce lawyer and my dad was by the stove making his lunch, running late for work as he wrapped his food in aluminum paper. He asked me to clean up after him and I nodded as he bolted out to his car. My mother was on the phone with the lawyer and she put the phone down, she says "Okay sweetie, mommy has to go in a bit, but Virgie is on her way to take care of you for me!"

Virgie was my old best friend Cyndie's mom and she was also having troubles with her husband, she got a divorce and was moving in with us until she got back on her feet. Virgie, well, Virginia and my mother were best friends since middle school, so I was forced to hang out with Cyndie since birth.

Back to the story, I was alone in my house starving, while I waited for Virginia, I began to lose patience so I decided to look for a box of macaroni and cheese in the food closet. I remember putting the stove on high and placing a pot with water on it. I figured it would take some time but I had something to kill time with; a front lawn and my star wars legos. I played outside for what seemed like hours until I remembered I had left the stove on. Hey, remember when I mentioned my dad had made his lunch by the stove? I didn't clean up after him, meaning the aluminum foil was still near. I ran to open the door only to be greeted by a gulf of flames in my face. I was frozen in fear but then it hit me, "THE PHOTO BOOK!" I yelled. I took my shirt off to blow away the fire and try to get in to rescue the book before the fire turned it into ashes. I was successful but with all the smoke my body took in, I was diagnosed with asthma later in that month. The house fire is kinda hard to forget, considering it left me a burn mark on the right side of my abdomen. I crawled away from the house, all I remember from that time was Virgie running to me and crying, screaming for my family. She called the fire department and placed me in her car. She took me to the nearest hospital but there was no saving my house. It was nothing but smoke now.

We moved to Charlotte that same week to stay with Virginia's parents. My parent's and Virginia had to get jobs and not allow any unnecessary purchases to be made. We were barely able to afford a new home in Charlotte. We lived there for about 7 months before a storm flooded our house and forced us to move back into Virginia's parents house.
My dad was angry and my mom joined him. He got up and suggested we move back to his hometown, my mom was open to any suggestion so she thought it was the safest place to be since nothing too devastating happens in Texas. We lived with Virginia's parents for 2 years before affording a home in Texas and plane tickets to get there.