PEDRO
Aunt Veronica opened the door to her house and I stepped into the fairly furnished apartment. It was quite spacious and it had a little TV placed on top of a table. It seemed like the table was made specifically for the TV. I took in the other view of what would be my new home for now. It was okay on its part, but the more I thought about it, I had every reason to break down. I suddenly remembered my mother laughing from the kitchen while she made breakfast. Father was always the naughty boy for he could never wait till the pancakes were all ready until he tiptoed into the kitchen to cart away with one. I always saw it and I could barely hold my laughter while it happened and when mother sees him, she would try to get the pancakes away but he was faster, always too fast. He would pi
