El león sobre la puerta

Since I can remember, people have always stared at us, my family and me. My father says it's because we're "special". There is never anyone who looks like us, or my friend Sangeeta, in my school history books. However, this year is different. Because on a school trip to study World War II, I saw my name carved above one of the doors of the church, under a golden lion. I still don't know who this person who shared my name was, but what I do know is that he was a hero. And that changes everything. In fact, it is possible that, with my help, he will be able to change history.