At the beginning of spring I started school. My dad struggles to find a job and his place in the family he wasn't fitting in Mexico as he despairingly tried to travel to Cuba by any means possible, he didn't have the luck of my mother who got hired by my sister as a manager of the bar, her shoulder and support for the efficient operation of the business and the counting of finances. He found a clever way to make some cash by conveying clothes to Cuba where he would sell them at higher prices and this also helped tranquil his anguish, a year lapsed in which almost I saw little of him and more little of the money. I wont act like I was unaware of many of my father's affairs as even my mother was informed, but when she found out his business was falling apart because it stopped being profitable and the travels were solely on pleasure a discussion happened and the events to follow made me despise my father with ardent passion.
