Part Two:
Barbosa
It is time. My life never seems to end. I wish for once I could do something right. I never was worth anything to that man I called father. He is always disappointed in me. "Hector, can't you do something right?" He scoffs at me. Today he threw me out of the house, without a penny to my name. He told me to never use his name again; I was not fit to wear it. So I have resorted to my poor dear mother's maiden name. Mother who lies in her coffin, black and blue from the life she lived.