Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
Billie Joe Jones looked exactly like his son. He had the same dimple chin and a slight mischievous spirit to him even though he looked at his son with tears in his eyes. He had the powerful aura Bobby had and I could finally understand who my cowboy always looked up to now that I saw him in the flesh.
"Um good morning Mister Pereira," he smiled as he walked over to me.
It took me a few seconds for my body to respond but I stood up and shook his hand. His hand was just as big as mine with slight callouses. I was still a bit wary of having him here but I could tell he had not come with any bad intentions. Otherwise Jordon would have probably kicked him out with her tiny neon pink boots.
