Who are you?
I was asked in a soft voice. I wonder what can of question is that. And I answered an just a regular boy on the street. Who is ready to play and enjoy life. A person who have a whole day to himself, playing football, hang out with friends and party hard.
The second time the voice came to me in a hard tone, Who are you? Now my eyes were clear and I noticed am more bigger and ready to take responsibility, not regular boy on the street but life never tell me this is how is going to be. I work myself out just to stay alive. I wonder how my parents tried as much as possible to make things to be okay for me. I wonder how parents work themselves out to take care of their seed.
So who am I? It was dawn to me that am the pillar of the house, foundation in which the building will stand and the backbone of house .