I heard the engine whistle across my driveway; a man lashing out and screaming at an inanimate object. As I approached my window I saw a Toyota Prius two thousand and nine. You could see the shimmering light reflected from above, the white looked as fresh as a freshly painted wall. The door slammed and my still, exhausted face turned upside down. I saw my nephew, he was running towards my house and sooner or later his dad came out of the driving seat; although his face looked expressionless and he looked like he wanted to get out of my neighborhood as quickly as possible. I opened the door and my nephew came in. “Hello dear, why aren't you so handsome today!” Later Mark, my brother, came in and said to me, "He's your problem now," gave his son a kiss and then left. During this time Paul, my nephew, ate some cookies and sat on the couch to watch some television. I turned it off after fifteen minutes to tell him a story. Paul immediately sat down on the carpet and looked up to hear the fascinating story. "It was the summer of eighty and I remember it was a Thursday the twelfth of June." “My friends called me Corey, some called me by my real name Connie, and that was because I didn't share my feelings with anyone. At the time I was quite short compared to everyone in my school, my hair was a light brown, and many people laughed at me because I hadn't 'developed' yet. The bright side was that I was at the top of my class; I was awarded the service award several times by our mayor. Mom was called Maryland, Dad was called Andrew who beat me brutally when I was young and left a permanent memory that I could still remember today. My two idiot brothers at the time, your father Mark and Craig.. middle of the paper... after the incident, the police entered the mall; I guess my mom was so worried that she didn't even bother calling Vivian to find out where I was. We were sitting in the parking lot outside of the mall, and it was stressful. No one spoke, even though my dad made faces at me : "I'm disappointed in you" an ambulance arrived and the old man, whose name was Jerry, went in and was taken away ; they took his travel bag and tool with them. As we walked to the car Jerry mumbled something about how I looked and his eyes were so tearful it almost made me cry. Everything was calm and the night was shining, a shooting star had passed. 'Thank you.' " Paul was sleeping soundly, I took his hand and said: "We assume that we know the whole story: we judge a book by its cover and read what we want between the selected lines without understanding the true integrity and meaning of the spaces".."