Vatos!
Let me tell you a story about myself.
I grow up all my life in the USA. Sounds confusing right? Let me explain.
When i was a kiddo both of my parents, mexicans, got deported but for some technical reason i wasn't. They never tried to contact me... Not sure if that was a good or a bad decision at the end.
Oh the hood we used to live, was a normal one you know. A nice happy family until the government took my family away from me.
Me as a kid didn't understand a single thing of what was going on.
Then suddenly i started growing alone on the streets, was a bit hard until some government suits found me and tried to "fix me up", honestly that was way worse... from humble stray dogs,who i gave food, to some bullies in the government place i was....
So i ran away, days passed by until i met Chiko, really crazy but brave man, who sold me weed. Days passed and Chiko introduced me to the Patron. The family took me in. Gave me clothes and some purpose.
I hate telling this story not because is awful but because my family just gave up on me and so did the society. The only reason to brought this up, is the family, they took me in and they at least need to know my poor background and how in this entire country they're the only one to truly offer me help and guidance.
With love.
Stuart Jensen
