The orphans of the park

That is what everyone believes, but he is not our family. A couple of years ago we polished shoes in the University Park and slept in old cars or on the stairs of big buildings.

That is a tremendous drama. There is a lot of competition in the business and the older boys beat us, because they said that we screwed up the square and they took our things and our money from what we had worked all day, only they came and took it away from us, what the fuck are those.

We were desperate, because winter was approaching the cold is killer and we as always sleeping in the open air.

We were sick all the time. We had no one and we wandered from one place to another, until one day Mr. Rolando approached us and told us very tenderly that we could go live in his house and that we would lack absolutely nothing with him.

We just had to help him in his business.

-Soft thing- he told us.

He would even send us to school. We thought we saw a beautiful angel descend from heaven and we delightedly accepted the marvelous proposal and went immediately with him. In addition, that man told us that he had been a close friend of our father, whom he had promised before his death that he would watch over us, and that for a long time he was looking for us throughout Lima. He had just been able to find us and his old heart was about to burst with joy, etcetera.

I remember, how am I going to forget, if that's how our tragedy began, that day I and my two little brothers wept with joy and went to play with the man.