Get off my property

  I   sat down and smiled at my most precious son, Margo.  I was wondering if I  would ever be found by the ruler of Macondo, Milgrim. The country I have always lived in and never will not live in. Then my precious margo started to cry like I was turning blue I tried to calm him but he didn’t budge, it started getting really hot, I smelled smoke that was not good, there was either a fire or just my imagination. The crying got worse, I didn’t know what to do but when I seemed to see a someone coming towards my house I knew that the ruler had come to arrest me.