Steven

I love Steven. He is a great boy. I saw him in Sunday, uneasy as always when you first say hi to him. But then he becomes so crazy and then bothers to much that you don't know what to do to calm him down.
All of the sudden he speak gibberish and some words can be understandable. He seems like he speaks a mixture of chinese and spanish. He is less than 2 years, so you can't expect him to talk now. And let's count the fact that he is surrended by many languages. His parents talk to him in chinese, I usually talk to him in spanish and a little of english.

But the good part is that he can say my name. Yes, I am not lying. His mother told me and when I saw him in Sunday you could hear him say "isica". The bad thing is that he was not looking at me when he was saying my name. That means he learn it from his parents, when they were talking bad of me or something.

Steven and me enjoyed this Sunday. We played PS2 and some football. He loves football! When he sees something on the floor, he wants to kick it like a football. So if he becomes a famous footballer I would be honoured to be recognized as his first coach. Jejeje, he might not remember those happy days, but I will remember them until I have my own children so I can couch them until dead. Pajas.

He will become as famous as Steven Gerrard. That how I call him. It would be horrible if he comes later in his life to tell me he turned down football to become something like a boxer or a ballet dancer. I will convinve him not to and to stay as a footballer because he had a tremendous potential since little.

Oh, Steven, what will become of you in the future....?