The clerk asked him for his first and last name and papi answered, "Alejandro Sandoval." Confused, yet convinced, I blurted out, "No, papi, your name is Jose!" He immediately pinched me and commanded me to hush. I sat on papi's hip and silently wondered who Alejandro Sandoval was and why my dad was claiming to be him. Back then I … Continue reading alejandro sandoval
Junior year of high school my AP English teacher assigned the class Milton’s Paradise Lost. As a fun activity, we were split into two groups in order to argue whether in the epic poem Satan was a hero or villain. My best friend at the time was assigned to the “Satan is a villain” group … Continue reading won’t somebody pray for me?