And my life, my mother was European but my father was Arabian when my brother was born he left my mother, me and my brother. He only wanted to have two children with a European girl and left us. My mother had to raise us alone she didn't marry and worked hard to keep us, we had a babysitter and she let my brother fall when he was very small he got crippled in the spine and smaller than normal, we pray a lot to he didn't die, my family was already so small. When I was 12 years old and my brother 6 years old our mother died. For me that was over 8 years old, I would work with other orphans, in mines out of the city until die only the strongest boys got the adult age, my brother would be in a home for orphans until got 8 years old. But got in our home like other persons in that day a guy that had over 20 years old, and pass for me that was near the door and said that would kill my brother, because he was cripple and orphan he was holding a knife, I came in his back and with bare hands I strangled him, I said with all the scorn "die you ugly stinker" showing who was there that scum was who I killed, after ran the notice that his face blow and his eyes pop after I asked when I had to defense me if he wasn't the demon the church agree that he was, before I escape I said to my brother that had something worse that be cripple and was be a criminal that he was good and I wasn't and I walked away, sincerely I put my life in danger in didn't run is that I wasn't a monster like that teenager that run away that I remember the life, I was handsome, also run the notice that danger I was in kill an over 20 years old with the hands having only 12 years old. But in the end, I got to know that my brother was being raised with a family that take good care for him. People said that was an escape of a saint, because I didn't run. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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