Manolo
It was five o' clock in the morning but I'm still Lying on my bed. I'm still thinking about that girl named, Lucilla. I still can't get over in her beauty. Until now, I just can't get over her. I don't know why, but, I'm can't stop thinking about her.
"What are you still doing there, Manoy? Are you just turning and turning your body in your bed, all day?" said my mom while her two hands are in her waists.
I took a deep sigh and then I seat down on the edge of my bed.
"You're not a prince. We're not in a fairytail. You have to work in able to get money to buy for our needs." She said. Her face was so serious.
I don't understand why I have to work in the farm. In the first place, to be a farmer is not my dream job. I want to be a doctor. Or a police, or a teacher, or maybe a man
