The boy the young and the old Pablo

-It all started when I was a child I do not remember how old I was, you must excuse me for that it was a long time ago, so if I remember being in a forest playing with my friends typical antics of children we catch frogs in the river, we hunt butterflies and when we fall At night we put as many fireflies as we found in a jar.

-I remember doing all that that day and returning to my grandparents' house very happy so much that I did not realize that I had entered the house with dirty shoes I found my grandmother in the kitchen putting the finishing touches for dinner, she was humming an old song about growing up and dying when he turned to see me with a smile.

-Said smile vanished as quickly as he saw my feet and the mud stains that were all over his no longer immaculate house, seeing his expression I immediately knew that my grandmother was not happy so I did the only logical thing at that moment I turned around and ran straight to the bathroom to take a shower with a shout of -Sorry! -On my lips and a thought in my mind please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me.

-Now many have told me that I was surely exaggerating and surely you think the same, so I am going to say the same thing that I have said to each person who has accused me of exaggerating the angry grandmother was terrifying and she liked her clean house and orderly, now you understand? I had to flee immediately it was my only option.

-Anyway I am deviating from the topic, sorry for the rambling, what I want to tell you is something else that night after my escape (failed, because no one can flee from grandmother's anger) I sat on the porch with the jar of fireflies in my hands using it as a flashlight when a boy approached me out of nowhere.

-Asking to see how he released the fireflies, I did not pay much attention to his request and accepted it easily anyway I was going to do it but one thing he said stayed with me -I wish everyone could be that free -I sadly mention the boy then he turned around and left as he came, I really did not understand him at that time even so those words accompanied me for a long time I still did not know but that was the beginning of the road.

-I did not advance much until high school where in a history class we touched on the subject of slavery, Mr. Ramírez said the same thing that all the other people who had been asked about it, it was something horrible, it happened but now it is in the past ,but I did not agree with that if slavery was in the past, why had that boy talked about it as a current problem? I decided to look for the answers myself as it was obvious that the world was not going to help me.

-I was so busy wandering in my brain (and yes, now I am aware that I do that a lot; But at that time I did not know, excuse my young me) that I almost lost the necessary wisdom to continue on my way "History is written for the victors "if this is so, what is the truth? ,From that day on, I questioned everything and everyone, I simply did not believe the story they told me, I was looking for the truth in people's words and actions because history is not the same as the truth.

-And so I found that my truth was able to follow my path a long time after I found a muralist on the internet under the pseudonym of true it was the name that first caught my attention was his art which kept it true towards controversial art that tried to make people think Society was fantastic, one particular mural caught my attention, it was really simple, a black background with white letters and the following message "The world has us enslaved".

-I felt jubilant, maybe I found the answer that I was looking for so much could be this simple phrase on a wall "The world has enslaved us" the answer that I had sought so much I spent a long time looking for the truth of this statement the day I finally found it I was sitting on a on a bench in the park and an old man (he looked more or less my age so I know he is an old man) asked me the following: "Do you understand?" I just nodded in response I knew what he meant.

- Then I got up, went home and started writing this letter.

With love.

Paul.

End

John 14: 6

6 Jesus said to him: I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father except through me.