My dad's drawing of smol me

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I would go into detail of this picture my dad drew of me when I was little... But I don't want to. It'll be on my other book, the one with the stupid title that makes no sense. I asked my dad what his most memorable memory was of me besides my birth and he drew this in ten minutes and we laughed about it... But long story short, I got into a fight with three boys on my first day at this white people school and I got expelled from that school. But I won the fight so it was all good, I left with no regrets.
He asked me if I was okay and I said, "Yo no entiendo por qué ellos tenían tanto miedo a ellos... Eran débiles." Which means... "I don't know why they (the students) were so afraid of them... They were weak." In English. Like... That's how I looked when my dad came to the school after they called. Imagine how the those boys looked.

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