The story of a boy different from his generation
Carlos Ontaneda
I was in my room one day thinking about how to start a story about me. Until suddenly, my other self speaks to me.
How do I start this ....(5 minutes later)... Well, nowI I have an idea. So, well, my name is Carlos Ontaneda
Ok, I will do it.
Wait, Wait. I know that you can make a better introduction. Better is starting by telling our readers the origin of our existence. That is, from our parents.
My parents meet for the first time at a party organized by my father's parents as a mother. After they were dating for almost 3 years, they finally got married on April 30, 2000 at Kennedy Catholic Church.
Eventually 3 years after their marriage, they had me on July 16th, 2004. From that day on until when I turned 1 year old, my parents told me that at any time of the day, I was crying without no reason. Also, as an interesting fact, I was whiter than it seems.
Now, how do we do it? The baby has not stopped crying. Only when he get sto sleep.
BOO-HOO
We will try to get him to sleep as much as possible while we try to find a workable solution.
Not also that. there was another big problem on me that eventually would have collateral efffects. And it is that up to 3 years, I couldn't speak a single word. It could be said that my communication was like that of an animal, unable to communicate. My parents(more my mother) were totally dessesperated.
¡GoGo GaGa!
Even, they thought that I had a mental illness which was not detected during the pregnancy.
God please send me a sign if my son can still speak. Sir, I pray for you.
And precisely the name of this comic comes from that situation. I think that in life, God has been accompanying me since the day of my birth. The clinical reports said that I would not be able to speak anymore.
It's pretty daunting to say this.
According to statistics, not many children are able to speak after turning 4 years old. Sorry.