Nombre by Inocente Zarza
imagine if my name was Hector? A name is something that is given to you at birth or it can be a mean nickname like something a bully gives. Or even a middle name or something people can call you by like, “Hey, it’s my favorite person,” or, “Hey, it’s that person I want to beat the hell out of.” My name was given to me by my father. My father sees me as someone I don’t view myself as. When he sees me, he wants me to be like his father. Hardworking? I don’t know my grandfather that well. All my father told me was that he was hardworking in life. I don’t think I’ll ever follow in my grandfather’s footsteps. If my father didn’t follow in his footsteps, why should I? It’s because all he sees me as is a cheat code to get in the good life, wanting me to make money and get rich so he can lay back and relax while his son works away. It’s kinda funny you know, like aren’t the parents supposed to give up a lot of stuff for their kids? Aren’t parents supposed to give their kids everything they need in life?
To Walk in My Shoes
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