In a small house in a river, a poor boy named Juan about 8 years old, wanted to go to America. Juan thiought that if he can go to America, he can have a better life. "Juan! Are you daydreaming again?" his father yelled. He ignored his father. He went on daydreaming. "Juan, I am going to work now."
His father left the house to go to work as a tricycle driver. Juan's doesn"t have mother because his mother died when he was born. His dad only earned 100 pesos a day. So Juan never learned to read or write because their money is not enough for education.
Juan's friend, Chito went inside."Juan, come and play!" He screamed. "Okay!". Juan and Chito played in the dirty streets of Manila. They played and played. They played in the alleys full of garbage, in the cannals that was very dirty, and the filthy sidewalks.
A gunshot was fired. It was from a store, a dark man fired bullets. The man ran to the sidewalks which Juan and Chito was playing. The man fired another bullet and hit Juan. People gather in the sidewalk where Juan was lying. People carried Juan to the hospital. His father quickly went to the hospital. When he got there, Juan was in critical condition.
"How is he, doctor?" "I don't know if his going to live, the bullet hit his chest. There is a 20% chance his going to live. Juan's dad looked up in the sky and said, "Oh Lord, please let Juan live, if he dies, I will have no one. He said with his hands together.
But when all hope was lost, Juan's heart beat reached normal. "Da-a-ad?" Juan said.
"Juan!" his dad said giving him a big hug. "Thank you Lord!" Juan's father said.
"Juan, I won 500,000 pesos and two tickets to America!" "Really?" Juan said. "Yes! It is no dream Juan!"
"We can finally have a good life!" Then, Juan and his father had a happy life and Juan also
graduated college.
The End
