My Bloody Life
The Making of a Latin King
Chapter One
La Familia
Puerto Rico, 1963. I was born in the back of a 1957 Chevy on the
way to the hospital. I may have been born where I was conceived. Considering
that my mother went into labor while sitting in the outhouse,
being born in a car was not so bad. My father passed away when I was
very young. I was almost five years old when he died. I don't have too
many memories of him other than what my mother has told me and the
personal memory of seeing him on his deathbed. I wish he could have
been there to guide me through life, to give the advice that only one's
father can give.
My mother was a young girl when she married my father. She was
sixteen, he was seventy-four. He was a widower with six children, all
older than my mother, and he had several grandchildren her age. His
children resented my mother for being so young and marrying such an
old man. To this day one of them still does not really accept my sisters
and me as siblings.
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