I smashed the table in a fit of rage; years of anger had built up inside me and now I had had enough. My father looked like he had seen a ghost, he had never experienced that, and I had never been one to be disobedient or malicious (as my father's friends would say), but it was enough. I walked out with my back to those at the table, the floor creaked and creaked as I walked towards the door, I turned around and at that moment I fell free. I looked my father straight in the eyes and said to him: “Father, I respect you as a man, you taught me well, you taught me to be happy for the fortune I had and you taught me to be obedient, I respect you for that, but you also made me see the differences between people in the world instead of the things that unite us all, father, you taught me that we We were different, that we were special, but father, with all due respect, you were wrong, because I learned that even at the height of human sovereignty, we all fall..." My father n never smiled; he always woke me up at 6 a.m. sharp every morning so I could get dressed for school and not be late. We would then have breakfast, which usually consisted of oatmeal and bread. At exactly 7 a.m., my father would light a cigar and read the morning paper. It wasn't a "bad" life, but it wasn't the one I was used to. has. After that we were off in our white and black Oldsmobile 88, oh how I loved that car. Every day it was the same journey from our house to my school. We would pass by Mr. Brice's bakery, which served the best bread in town, Mr. Sosimo's antique store, filled with the latest treasures and religious figures from Fuentealbilla, Spain, the place where he lived, and last but not least, we had Mr. Eduard's gun store, however... middle of paper... the deal and she got in the car and that was it. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at school. I said goodbye to my father, she thanked my father and I, and we both got out of the car. When the bell rang, I rushed to class. As I hurried along, I didn't notice that she was also walking in the same direction. I looked for it after finishing my studies but in vain because I couldn't find it. I asked a fellow student to buy it and he told me his dad had come to pick it up. It had been a long, tiring day and all I wanted to do was go home so I could rest and study for future exams. I came home and went to my room and laid down on my bed. Even though I didn't sleep at all, I still thought about the girl I met. I wondered what her name was, where she was from, and who her family was. I waited and couldn't wait to see her the next day and the day after that.