There were a lot of rules at home.
And moral values, while questionable, have always always had two sides.
And I firmly believe that so far, that's still the case.
Behind every act, is there a why?
If I remember correctly, I was in the second or third grade of elementary school.
By this time I was already traveling from one side of the city to the other, to go to school by bus.
On the main street where I passed.
One day, I discovered a German Shepherd puppy in a house.
If he had frets, but I never saw him with water or food, the puppy was always lying down.
Dirt was piling up in their little dishes.
Like me, he always brought lunch to school, and when it happened in the morning, I left him some.
The rest he left when he left school alone. It became customary to see the puppy every day.
My anger, when I saw those parched dishes, without a drop of water or food.
It made me make a decision one day, I stole the puppy.
The house had a high railing, underneath it was covered, so I couldn't get it out.
I remember that a man was passing by and asked me what I was doing.
I told him what was going on with the puppy.
He helped me get him out of the house.
I promised to take care of him.
When I was carrying him on the road, since I wasn't very big, I got tired.
So I started looking in a trash can.
There were a lot of broken wires, I joined them together and made a loop with them.
It was easier to bring the puppy home.
But, the most important thing was missing, that the dog be accepted.
My father didn't want animals at home, he had already sentenced him.
As I had taken a puppy about two months ago, due to everyone's carelessness or lack of habit, I got out of bed, without checking .
I stepped on the puppy's paw and broke it.
The puppy cried a lot, my father was angry, he took him away from home.
I felt a lot of guilt.
My mother became very serious when she saw me coming, she warned me that nothing good would happen.
I took a chance, I couldn't leave the puppy.
My dog's first meal: a scrambled egg.
So, we waited for my father's arrival time.
When she arrived, none of the 3 dared to say anything, even my little brother was silent and he was the most excited.
When my father discovered the puppy, next to the refrigerator, he looked at it, questioned where it had come from.
That's when my mother looked at me.
I went to see him, with my head down, expecting him to hit me for disobeying, after what had happened to the other puppy.
There was a silence.
But my father, even though he was very hard, wasn't quite.
He told me to finish eating, because he was going to hit me.
I saw him grab a little dish where we had put water in it, he asked my mother if he had eaten yet.
And he opened the refrigerator, chopped tortillas and soaked them in the water.
He sat down to eat.
Yes, I hit, but, not right away.
Even though he was angry, he also helped take care of the dog, which he named: PEOPLE.