Maximiliano
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I have always looked up to my father. Growing up, children my age always complained about their fathers. Not me. Since I could remember, I have always admired and loved my father. He is strong, powerful, and loyal. He is the man I want to be when I grow up.
Today is my uncle Serg’s birthday, and we are heading to his house. My mother and I are seated in the back of the black Cadillac. Our chauffeur zig zags his way through the busy streets on the way to my uncle’s house. “Max, did you remember to grab your uncle’s present from the entry?” My mother asks me while she reapplies her red lipstick.
“Yes, mother. Are there going to be more kids coming to the birthday party, or is it just Adrian and me?” I need to know ahead of time, so
