With less a leg of be father. The history was that my mother when had his first son, she already was mad. Of the other side I knew that the older was thinking that the mother was so beautiful with light swarthy skin and clear brown eyes that he would born with also light eyes, bad luck for him she was very mad. She amputee his two legs in the knee-deep, and he was dark eyes, my father had with her 3 sons, but never married her because she passed an codition for all his sons born with missing part of the legs, she mde it up that were congenital. Me she amputee one leg but with almost all the tigh, I grow had a palm of tigh. And I lived in a city that had a theatre that was abandoned. Probably the owner returned to his country and abandon the theatre. The theatre was so small that only had hide there cats and mouses. I used to got inside by the roof, the doors were chained, the top of the building was an balcony with no walls, but wasn't high so wasn't that dangerous. I started to date with 16 years old an older girl of 20 years old. She wanted sex, so I had the idea of the theatre, and she saying that she wasn't reaching climb and me pulling her with the crutch, I saying if I can I think that you also can, I am or not pushing your ass, she was a littel fat but everything ok with me. I thought that she was taking care of not got pregnant, but was the opposite and she got pregnant. One day before went to see my son people said that he had the eyes with lighter them mines was green and his was blue. Who killed me was my older brother he stable me in the back I think that was in the liver and I died. My young brother I know he suicide when knew htat his girlfriend got pregnant, he took poison, and my older brother went to prision. Many years he cofessed that he felt pitty of me for be handsome and live a long life of lammed to became father, of course that I forgive him, my younger brother had an leg amputee and have the amputee leg longer them mine, his amputation was less he have more leg. I think that she look for me talk with the deads, I wanted to she be ok but I didn't wanted that she passes a live waiting for me, I wanted to say but I didn't that the next time, I would not be lammed, that we would marry before a baby, and I would be there to see him grow up.
Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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