One Hundred Years of Solitude

eyes, who was not at all like
his fathers family, was over
ten years old. They brought
children of all ages, all colors,
but all males and all with a
look of solitude that left no
doubt as to the relationship.
Only two stood out in the
group. One, large for his age,
made smithereens out of the
flowerpots and china because
his hands seemed to have the
property of breaking
everything they touched. The