I was born in a quiet neighborhood my mom raised me alone with my elder brother. We were satisfied with our simple lifestyle. Since I was born I never knew my dad because he was long gone before I was born. My mom never told me anything else about him. And I had never seen his picture. Nothing reminded me of him not even a single picture of himself was hanged on the walls nor did I ever see him.
Well I cared less I was happy and I wasn't going to bother myself over someone that doesn't matter to me anymore. So I went outside to catch up with the bus to head to work. I worked at a Cáfe along the street since I got out of highschool but since we had no money for my higher education I decided to work for myself anyway so here I am trying to catch the bus while mom was yelling my name "Stephanie please don't forget to buy the frozen yogurt before you get back home ok" and here she was again ordering me around but I could only sign "whatever mom I already promised" and as I said that I ran off to enter the bus. And soon as I entered I it drove off. Once it arrived at my destination I paid and got out in a hurry because I was already late and without looking at were I was going I bombed into an suspecting car but thankfully the car hadn't hit me.