Call me Henry.
Married to Ethel, a woman six years older than me. There was no question that I love Ethel so much in spite of our age gap. Since I married her, she has been my inspiration, my source of strength, and the very reason why I strive so hard in life.
I was twenty-nine when I married Ethel. In spite of her age, she looked younger. She was very conscious of her body, of how she looked, and of what she ate. It was the reason why I was so attracted to her. She was not just beautiful; she was gorgeous.
The other thing with Ethel was that she was a single mom. At the age of 16, she fell in love with a guy she thought was free. It was too late when she realized she was fooled. She was already pregnant. So with the help of her parents, she reared up her kid alone.
Her boyfriend never showed up nor took interest of the child. She later learned that the guy and his whole family had immigrated to another country for good, leaving her and her kid behind.
This kid was Paulo.
