We are not the only ones

When we got home, a fat old woman came out and looked at us badly and invited us to eat some beans and rice that almost made us vomit, but I was confident that with them our life would change completely. At least we had a house to live in, we would no longer have to sleep on the stairs, in the parks or in the streets, in the rain, and the evil shoe shine from the University Park would no longer hit us, but it was all a lie.

What fools we were!

We let ourselves be fooled, and now unfortunately we can no longer escape.

We have to continue working for them and they mistreat us for anything and when the man arrives drunk he even wants to kiss us.

Besides us, other boys live in the house. We are twenty. Everybody works and the old bastard and his filthy wife stop all day drunk.

They don't even feed us.

We have to look for anything on the streets. As I was saying, when the old man comes home drunk he wants to abuse the boys.

The other night, I had to threaten him with a knife because the old pig was pulling down my little brother Hugo's pants.

He had a crazy face that was scary and he licked his lips.

We were completely asleep, as we worked from seven in the morning until twelve at night.

We slept, I tell you, when we heard my little brother cry and we saw in the middle of the darkness the staggering body of old Rolando and his big hands trying to lower my brother's pants, while he kissed him as if he were his wife.

I got like a beast and jumped to defend my brother, who would have believed the very idiot!

On top of making us work like animals and starve us, he wants to make us gay ... Shit! And I faced the idiot.