I am Angel. I want to be a bullfighter, my mother disapproves. She is very pious and believes I should study to be priest or accountant. I don’t want to be any of those things but she’s so strict. She smothers me, I can’t even lock the doors. I tell her I’m studying but really I’m learning to bullfight from my maestro. My mothers afraid I’m going crazy like my father. I wonder if she’s right, sometimes I  see visions of other people, events. I’m scared I’m losing control, like a bull in a pen. 