The Story Of A Young Honduran

Living In A Stranger's House

When my mom finally started her trip and left to Texas, I was left with my brother's father's side of the family. It was a really neat house that was really care taken of, it had a big front and backyard and it was a really spacious house. At this point in time I still can't remember much of what happened, but I do remember that at the age of 3 I was able to shower and go to the bathroom by myself. At this point in time I wanted to start becoming an independent young man. A year hadn't even passed from my mom leaving and I was trying to live like an 8 year old. Once my mom left and my brother started highschool in Honduras I was left alone for long periods of time and, well, I used them to learn new things, I was the typical kid who would have really smart answers in the questions they made him and of course my brother's family took advantage of that. At this time I used to have a babysitter but a few months after my mom left she was fired because the people I was leaving with were interested mostly in the money. The problem with that is that, the babysitter I had didn't really ask for much money and she was really extremely poor and my brother's grandma had the heart to take the only job she had away from her. I was really well taken care of by her. She was a second mother to me, but I guess that life works that way doesn't it. During that same year I was able to learn how to ride a bike and I was able read fluently in spanish.