Ones life story can never be told by one person as it is composed of many interactions with so many people. Our life is like a story book and the author of each chapter tells the story as it was lived in their time. Memories are the pictures in ones mind that play along with the story that is being told. -Veronica
My contribution to Victor's life story begins on Oct. 8th, 1981 in Los Angeles, CA....As Hector and I were at home with my Dad waiting to go to the hospital to meet the new addition, we grew anxious to get going. I remember it was picture day for my Kindergarten class and my mom wasn't there to brush my hair so my dad did his best.(the picture speaks the results, as you can imagine) So we finally got the hospital and there my mom was lying in the bed holding this bundle of joy. He was cute from the beginning of time and believe it or not, his lips were puckered.