What are you doing, Abuelo? Writing the story of your life?
It's a short story, Arturo. The story of my life. It will not take very much time to read it.
I have time, Abuelo.
Yes, hijo. You have spoken the truth. You have much time.
I loved the words from the begining of my life. There were few books were I was born, in the campo. Our madre mange to teach us how to write. I grew up, and I wanted to be a teacher. I had book sent from the government. I had books, I felt like a rich man. Then he war came. All Puerto Rican man would be drafted, I wanted to teach the kids, but I was sent to the U.S Army. I asked my sargent to let me teach kids; he wasn't pleased and i spent the war cleaning toilets. When I came to the Island, things had change. My two parents were sick, and two of my brothers were killed in the war. I married a good woman who gave me many childrenI taught them how to read and write before they started school.