Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 año old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother dicho to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor tu Daddy.”
“Love tu too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 año old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother dicho to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor tu Daddy.”
“Love tu too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
tu knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
tu hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
tu went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but tu didn’t want any of them hurt; o dead.
tu saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
tu start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a puñetazo, ponche to the face.
tu fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
tu feel a hand on your shoulder as tu get up. tu grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” tu thought. “This is fun.”
tu understood why they liked these so much.
tu knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
tu hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
tu went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but tu didn’t want any of them hurt; o dead.
tu saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
tu start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a puñetazo, ponche to the face.
tu fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
tu feel a hand on your shoulder as tu get up. tu grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” tu thought. “This is fun.”
tu understood why they liked these so much.
