by Sione, San Mateo
When I first came here to the US, we lived with our uncle for almost a year or so. I met my mom’s best friend’s kid and he was very young. I loved the kid, so I started to be around him and treat him like my son. I got to know him better while I was with my uncle. There was another kid but he was older and more aggressive, and he liked to chase me with anything that would do damage or he would bite me out of nowhere. I tried to be nice to him but he didn’t appreciate my caring, and he would mock me and hate me so I only looked out for the other one.
I ended up taking care of this kid like I’m his father for real, because he didn’t have a father. My uncle ended up gettin’ married to this one lady that my mom’s best friend didn’t like, so she moved back to Hawaii. A week later, we found an apartment so we moved there ever since. I haven’t seen or heard from the little kid, but hopefully he would remember me.