Juanito, the boy that mimics the cherubic expressions of an angel, was fated to live a life of a pauper. Growing up, Juanito wasn’t granted the access of the love and affection other parents had over their children. It wasn’t that his parents didn’t love him, nor that he hated his parents, they were simply never there. If it weren’t for the current government that we live in today, Juanito would live a life of anarchy. He isn’t crazy, but for some unknown reason, he prefers to live in anarchy than in a democracy. Perhaps the caprices of an immature child who still can’t differentiate the right from wrong. For Juanito it was the same routine everyday, he woke up, prepared himself for school, went to school, came back, did his homework, and finally
