{ARMANDO}
When I look at myself, I see things I would love to erase especially one specific trait. I am toxic! No debate about that. Once upon a time, I was a boy with dreams. A joyous boy who saw the light in everyone, someone who befriended the old to the young. Someone who stuck with the two best friends he had. Someone who didn't have to say their parents were their best friends because, why would he?
And then I met the best man I could ever ask for. Blake Smith! He is something… I can't put a tag on him. What have I done to Blake? He is here with me, even after I caused him pain. It is certain, that Blake is here because he cares and not because he doesn't want to talk to his daughter about what happened. He prepares food and cleans. Technically, taking care of me.