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Destiny is unchangeable

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Someone who believes in destiny, telling the stories of everything they've been through in life
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Childhood

Since I was born, I understood that everything is about destiny. My mother made me be born in a different place from where she lived because she wanted me to be different.If I had been born where I was supposed to be born, would I have grown up differently? With other friends? With different influences? With other beliefs? Other neighbors?Would I really have been different? Who knows.

I was born at 11:11 in the morning in an ordinary hospital.I grew up having a materially poor childhood; I never had luxuries. My life was playing ball with my neighborhood friends. Since I was little, even in daycare, I was outstanding in my grades.My mother was a very demanding person when it came to studies — she made me learn how to multiply and divide when I was 4 years old. I know, weird.

For me, everything was very easy, since I always knew things ahead of time. I was always first place in school. I was never rude or mean to my classmates. On the contrary, I think a girl liked me — specifically a classmate. Funny, because I was just a little boy, innocent.I would like to go back to those times, when there were no responsibilities, when there was no stress, no worries, when everything was about studying and playing.

After studying, as I was saying, I played a lot of soccer. I think I had talent, but I never had the chance to train or be in a football academy.Still, I had fun, I was happy.When we finished playing soccer with my neighborhood friends, I played spinning top and marbles. I always had luck — even now — and along with luck, I always had talent for games and sports.And I think that influenced my friends because I was always the one in charge, they always obeyed me. It was something curious.

I remember we used to play soccer from the afternoon until dawn. Back then, you could play peacefully until late — they didn't rob you, they didn't kill you, they didn't kidnap you, they didn't rape you — which is totally different now.Now they kill you for one dollar. Yes, it's sad.

I'll never forget the day they bought me my kite. I was so happy and excited.Now that I remember, my parents always made an effort to give me at least something small I wanted, like any child — more my mother than my father.My father is not a bad person, but he never showed much affection, he was never expressive.Even today, he's still the same, but it doesn't bother me or make me uncomfortable — maybe it's because I grew up that way, and it doesn't affect me.