This is Just Who I Am: part 2A Story by Victoriabased on life in central valley mexican influence
Hola, I'm Victor this is my story. The first time I saw someone die I was twelve. My family and I were in the car singing the Mexican ballads of my childhood, when someone pulled up next to us and shot, a clear tinny sound of a bullet. My father cried out clutching his chest, he was a cholo the o.g he knew this could happen and it did. My mama had also been shot once clear threw the head. After, I ran away avoiding the life of a hustler in poor San Fernando, so I ran to the Central Valley. Shortly after I met my wife Sandra with big hair and glossy lips. She was only 16 when we had Roberto I was 18, I remember she cried all day panicking. She had to tell her parents and they kicked her out, so she moved in with me and my Tia Lupe. We named him Roberto after my father, and amazing enough he was just as mean as he was also just as full of heart.
Now, I'm 32 still working three jobs so my baby Sandra doesn't worry about money. She thinks I don't care but I do I never want her to work as hard as I do, I want her to enjoy everything and not stress. I don't think she knows that I still carry around the first photo of us she was big and round, eyes crinkled, squinting, mouth open laughing. The photo is all her, I look like the supporting actor and she has the lead role. That's the thing she is the love of my life, ella es mi vida, she is my life, therefore she does have the lead role. She's 30 years old and still so beautiful she has new crinkles around her always laughing eyes, her body like a map to all the places she's been and the places she'll go. Es mi vida, mis ninos, y mi esposa.
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