My School YearsMy dear raven, it has never been easy being me. I was born at the wrong time, in the wrong place, into a punitive faith, ahead of my time perhaps, and there is no time for society to catch up, even if it wanted to, which it doesn't. My difficulties grew as I did, growing larger by the year. I will tell you how it was to be a cuckoo in a nest of pretty yellow birds and with the raven's view, you will know what happened to my soul.
A decade passed. Maria hadn't required her brother's involvement in her games for a long time. She was seventeen, and her mind floated, and whenever her eyes settled on José, they were filled with what could only be described as hatred.
It was the same spite that José saw in his brother, Jesús, a robust thirteen-year-old with a passion for sports
