1) his name is arturo too. i was named after him. i don’t really know my grandfather. his children, including my mother, came to new york and new jersey (where i was born) and he stayed on the island until my grandmother died. then he got sick, and since nobody could leave their jobs to go take care of him, they brought him to this nursing home in brooklyn. i see him a couple of times a year, but he’s always surrounded by his sons and daughters. my mother tells me that don arturo had once been a teacher back in puerto rico, but had lost his job after the war. then he became a farmer. she’s always saying in a sad voice, “ay, bendito! what a waste of a fine mind.” then she usually shrugs her shoulders and says, “así es la vida.” that’s the way life is. it sometimes makes me mad that the adults i know just accept whatever is thrown at them because “that’s the way things are.” not for me. i go after what i want.
according to paragraph 1, how does arturo differ from the adults he knows?
a. arturo enjoys visiting his grandfather, but the adults enjoy visiting him whenever possible.
b. arturo tries hard to get what he wants, but the adults think arturo should stop wasting his time.
c. arturo goes after what he wants, but the adults just accept what life gives them. d. arturo wants to live in new jersey, but the adults want to live in brooklyn.