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When I got a little older I worked in the fields with my father, he said he hated that I must, but I must, so that we could support my family and send my little brother to school, so that he could make a better life for himself, and help us all. But my brother could not keep up at school, or he chose not to keep up at school, I had been jealous as a child, and told him he was making life harder for the family, and though my father repeated his lecture almost every night about why he should, and must go to school, I think he listened more to me. When the headmaster came to my father to tell him that Julio was no longer welcome at the school he cried for the first time in my life.
He worked, and we worked next to him until he died, still a young man, but a young man who could not smile, and looked at my brother and I with shame, though he never said a word against us. My brother and I agreed to sell the land split the money and try to make our lives elsewhere. My mother remained behind, and we sent her money to live a humble life on until she died five years later of an infection.
The only good luck I counted in my life was my wife. She came from a family little better than my own, though she still lived with her mother when I met her. I had a stable job with a construction company, and though I did not earn much I was comfortable enough to marry her, and confident I could support a family. Not long after we married the building I was working on was completed, and when after a few days I did not get a call to begin another position I went to the offices where I learned that my place had been taken by a friend of the foreman. I was told that the next time a larger project began I would be the first to be called.