Groups of children from different schools walked the pedestrians as the clock struck 3:00pm. Every student was heading home, exhausted. Today was Regional Intramural Week, everyone was playing sports, running around, cheering for others, and other activities they could do. But one student, no older than eleven years old, wasn't as tired as the others. In fact, she was jumping for joy while walking the pedestrians.

The student had glossy dark hair, tan skin that showed her blush, eyes that sparkled when the sunlight beamed toward it, and a smile that said, "Sadness? I'm afraid that's not part of my vocabulary." She wore a UK-styled vest with a checkered skirt that went no longer to her ankle level, night-blue socks with patches of dirt and shoes as dark as her hair. The girl rushed to her home and ran to the living room; the usual place one of her older brothers would be. "Kuya, kuya!" she said tugging on to her brother's shirt. The older male groaned, "Cosa vuoi, Maria?"

"I got extra points for being most active today!"

"And I should care, why?"

"Don't listen to him, iha! That's wonderful that you got extra points!" a much older than in the kitchen beamed with a slight thick Spanish accent. The young girl, now known as "Maria", ran up to the Spaniard in the kitchen who was chopping tomatoes. "Papa," said Maria quiet enough that she sounded like she whispered, head directed to the cold cemented floor, "Yes, iha?" the Spaniard asked, "Does kuya 'Vino not like me?" The Spaniard paused his actions and continued,

"Iha," he began, "Lovino loves you with all his heart."

"Not in a lifetime, bastardo!" interrupted the Italian in the living room.

"Don't listen to him."

"What did I ever do to him..?" asked Maria, "You see, iha," the Spaniard placed his knife on the table and patted his hands on his apron, "It's a long story." though Maria knew her father didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to know. Even if it caused her to be nosy, "I'm willing to listen to every bit of it." she said straight-forward.

"It all started when I broke up with their mama," he sighed, his eyes softening.

"Your brothers were with their mother when a group of "people" came busting in the house. Their mom told your brothers to go to their room and lock the door. When silence came and the "people" left, your brothers came down their rooms to find their mother lying dead on the floor. From then on, we decided to move to Belgium. There, I met your mother and you."

"I don't understand why kuya hates me.."

"He doesn't hate you, iha. Just give him some time to adjust."

It has been three years since I've been with my two Italian brothers. Kuya Feliciano is always away because he's part of his school's peer mediation group. Kuya Lovino is home schooled because he doesn't want to go out for some reason.

But cutting straight to the point, I want kuya Lovino to accept me already. Accept me as part of his family. And I will do anything to accomplish that goal.