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chapter-69

Hola! Luis Pena here, the man of many talents. please, grab a seat and hear my story of tacos, trials, and triumphs!

I was born in San Mateo, Mexico, and raised by the most incredible mother. She had this way of making life feel like a fiesta, even when the pot was more hole than metal. We were poor, but rich in laughter. Before she passed away, she whispered her dream into my ear, "Be someone great, Luisito."

I knew what I had to do – become the Mexican Superman!

So, I crossed the border into America, eager to follow my dream. No, I didn't fly or wear a cape (I tried, but it got caught in the fence), but I arrived, and the fun began.

First stop: the world of fast food. Imagine me, a boy from San Mateo, flipping burgers like a pro! Then came the nights, filled with deliveries. My trusty bike and I became a legendary duo, cruising the city like Batman and Robin – only hungrier.

Weekends were reserved for Tio Juan, my uncle, and our handyman adventures. We'd fix everything – sometimes even the things that weren't broken. He also taught me skills as a way to survive. I was not proud of it but my uncle believe I am pretty talented.

You see, my life was a non-stop action show, and I was the star, working 120 hours a week with tacos and tools in hand. Through laughter, sweat, and an unimaginable amount of coffee, I never lost sight of my mother's dream for me.

Then the Alien arrived, and the world suddenly went insane. Being invited to the crazy game, I dream of my mother talking to me from her grave "It's time to do something great"