You were the oldest of the four kids. There were five, and you were the fifth. There were two other oldest and they were the twins, both fifteen. The rest were six and eight.

Being the oldest, you were expected to be a good example. But the twins did better than you with their pristine grades, they've never seen a B on their report card. You, however, have. A lot.

What you lacked in education, you made up for in creativity, something the twins could never understand.

Rudy, your dad, understood the twins the best due to him growing up with good grades. Your papá, Alejandro, was the one that understood not passing every class. He skipped class a lot anyway.

The little ones were off to bed, and you and the twins were in the family room doing homework. Rudy was working on your hair as Alejandro went through all the horror movies. They noticed that you were struggling with science work and kept zoning out.

"Cmon, mijo, let me help, I know some things," Rudy offers kindly.