I’ve been really struggling, since the day my parents died, going from a foster house to another, starving, getting sick and getting sexually harassed, I had enough, so I decided to go on a run and never look back!
After running away from the foster care, I headed down to California, I slept on dangerous streets, ate from restaurants dumpsters, stole clothes from shops and malls, in one sentence live the day by the day, and never got caught, I just kept getting better, and better and better, until I met Sonia.
She is this really energetic, funny, funky girl who figured me out when I was stealing underwear from a shop, and only because she was trying to do the same. From that particular day, we became like twins, never got apart, did everything together, actually Sonia was the closest thing I had to family. Sonia knew a lot of people, good and bad, and sometimes we spent time with a few.
The one night that changed that, was one I almost overdosed; I was used to taking Vicodin mixed with other drugs, I don’t know how it happened, I guess I had too much, or maybe that needed to happen so I can find a way to figure everything out and get on the right path.
I was hospitalized by Sonia, tough I haven’t seen her afterwards, actually that was the last time I lay eyes on her.
I know all of this is still a blurry vision. I said it helped me find the right path, because that night someone found me. An old man, with really strong eyes, I didn’t know him, but he knew all about me, it seems that he was following me since I run away, waited for me to wake up, and started talking.
He said he knew my father, and worked with him for a long time, that was of course weird for to hear and difficult to believe; I never saw this man before, tough something deep inside got me to believe him.
I staid in the hospital for a couple of days, I had nowhere to go, so I went with the man ( his name’s Hector by the way), he said he’ll get me a place to stay in, didn’t know why, but I had nothing to lose anyway!
After what I call a “really boring long drive”, we finally were there.
I know I can’t say an F or an S word, but that house was bloody ginormous!!! House?! What am I saying? It was like a palace!! I couldn’t believe it was that man’s. I saved the question for later, and followed him, but my big mouth which usually got me in trouble, could not be kept shut, so I popped the question about the owner.
The man stopped walking, turned, looked right into my eyes and said with a really soothing voice: “See Kwika, this house was owned by your father, now it’s yours, the house, the other houses the companies, the associations are yours, all yours!” ….