Maria and Bitcoins

Maria and Bitcoins

Written by Aydin Aguilera

Sometimes I think Maria is very lucky, but most of the time I feel real bad for her. And even though everything is different now, I still feel bad for her. If only Maria knew how guilty I feel, living my everyday life the way I do. I can go to the store, get groceries, go for a drive, watch the sunset, and even watch the sun rise if I ever got my lazy ass out of bed. Maria can’t do these things. She can’t put on a mask like the rest of us and go out into the world. And even when she did get to go out into the world, she gets stared at all the time. People look at my sister and they probably think I’m her paid caregiver or something. And they look at her and they get all grateful they don’t look like her, and that they’re not in a wheelchair. They get grateful that they’re not obese and they don’t have crooked eyes and very little hair. They look at what she’s wearing, and they look at what they are wearing, and they feel grateful they don’t have to wear big dresses like Maria has to because of her weight.

Maria.

So, I’m going to tell you about Maria before I tell you about what happened that changed everything. And it only happened yesterday so I am still getting used to it.

Maria is not my full sister, she’s my half-sister. My mom is Mexican, and she had a kid with a Mexican man before she had a kid with my white dad and made me.

My mom was real mean to Maria. She was horrible. She treated Maria and I like we were animals. Whenever we got in trouble, she wouldn’t feed us. And Maria would cry. She would sob until my mom beat her and told her to shut the hell up and all you heard was whimpering. And after mom got done beating her, I would hug Maria in her wheelchair. And I would tell her everything was going to be okay.

Even to this day, all I care about is Maria. She’s all I got. I haven’t been lucky in love, and my face is half my evil mom and half white trash. Maria though, I think she is beautiful. I was always so happy to have a big sister, and she was always good to me. When we were kids, before the accident she would protect me from all the bullies and mom. So, after the accident, I vowed to do the same. And I always keep my promises.

I would talk about the accident, but it is something too painful to talk about. I have to live with seeing Maria like this every day, so I sure as hell won’t talk about it anymore. I love Maria, and that is not what I am here to do is focus on that.

I’m here to tell you what Maria that saved my life. And how we became billionaires.

When I was about 18, I worked and bought myself a car. I was so proud of that car. But the day I bought it; mom left.

All she left us was a little moleskin black book that said, “I will always love you.”

Now, I felt more relief than anything, but that meant I had to sell that damn car to catch up on rent and get me a second job.

Now the bastard that sold it to me offered me a deal because he didn’t have half the money.

He came by our apartment when I was at work and apparently Maria let him in the apartment. Maria told me he didn’t have the rest of cash, so he gave us 74 coins.

74 Bitcoins.

That was in 2013.

Maria saved my life because the night I was going to kill myself because I was so depressed because of everything, and Maria was getting more money from the government and better assistance; I came across an article about bitcoin. And I remembered how we had 74 of em.

The password maria made.

And I asked her, and she said it was the same thing she used for everything.

Ashley98GREAT!

My name is Ashley.

$20,000.

It was ours.