The Story Of A Young Honduran

The Origins

I was born on August 1st, 2003. In a Hospital called, Mario Catarina Rivas. This was one of the poorest, not the poorest but one of them, hospitals in San Pedro Sula (The city I was born in) that there was at the time. According to what my mother has told me, when I was born none of my family members except for my brother showed up. My brother was 10 years old at the time and well, in such conditions according to my mother, when I was born I almost killed her due to an internal bleeding I created in her. Well, that was one of the first things I guess I've messed up when I wasnt even born yet. I almost took our mother from my brother and I. When I was told this story, I almost cried. Mostly because I was told this story when I was 14 years old, by this age a lot of things had happened and a lot of things were getting told to me.