THOMAS NARRATING
Living the way I used to wasn't easy, but I don't know if it was worse to live like that with my mother, or to live well as I do now, but without my queen. My name is Thomas, I'm mixed-race, my hair is honey-brown like my eyes, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm five foot ten.
I was born and raised here in Vidigal with my mother and the plague of her husband. I never considered that man as anything. I never got anything good from him, so he got nothing from me either. Unless hatred and anger are something to be given to someone.
For as long as I can remember, that man has been abusing, insulting, and mistreating my mother. Did she accept it? No, but as a mother, she feared what could happen to me. My mother was my life, my queen, the incentive I had not to get into crime to
