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So one day my father calls me into the room. He only does this when i am in trouble so i figured it was something bad. He sits me down and begins to tell me in spanish to draw a circle. I was confused by what he told me to do. So i just listened to him and did not ask questions because i believed he was upset. I drew a circle. He tells me to tell him what i see. At this point i think my dad is going crazy. I told him it is a circle. He told me it is much more than that. He tells me that, the circle represents my family history. I am completely lost but i go along with what he is saying. He tells me his father used to be a worker on a field during world war II and that he moved around a lot until he found a superintendent job. My father also worked with crops until he came to new york and got his job as a superintendent. He tells me nobody in my family has a college degree. It is the same circle. He tells me to draw up a new circle. I drew it up. He told me this is me. I am going to be a new breed of Espara’s. i am going to be educated and instead of working with my hands i will be working with my mind. I am going to start a new circle to that my children can be like me, educated with a college degree that i will hopefully be receiving in 3 years. He tells me that the circles must always be near each other too because although it is new, it must never forget about its past.