Every morning starts about the same way.
I wake up, and hear my mother yelling in Spanish at my two younger brothers. They always cause trouble at the early hours of the morning. Considering that I sleep on the top bunk in my room and my younger brothers sleep on the bottom, every time they make a noise, it wakes me up. So, on a normal day I get very little sleep. After getting out of bed, I stumble into the lvingroom, which has been clutterred with knick-knacks and other useless junk since my father left.