StrengthMy grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.More Like This
I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’ is in this situation. Most people didn’t understand why I didn’t run as long or as fast as the other children, or take delight in the frequent football scrimmages that almost all the boys I knew took such delight in. when I told them “I can’t, my legs ache,” they just told me to be strong.
My grandfather didn’t.
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“Papa Roma, I’m hungry,” Aria complained as her father dragged her through the open air market looking for ingredients for dinner. “Can we go home now?”
Romano sighed and picked Aria up and held her on his hip, “Don’t worry, ragazza, we’re almost done.”
Aria pouted. It was obvious that she was cranky from missing her nap. “I’m hungry…”
Ignoring her Romano walked up to a vegetable stand and bought some food.
“Papa Roma, I’m hungry!”
“Calm down, we’re almost done,” Romano said close to snapping. That’s when he looked up. Three very familiar men were approaching.
“Shhh,” Romano said trying to get her to be quiet. Quickly he made his way through the crowd only to get cornered in an ally.
“Mr. Vargas, we meet again,” a very short man said approaching Romano.
Romano was practic