Dylan and I talk that we will meet at Vicente's fair today. The festival is coming and he plans to dispose of the item there. I just got dressed as I used to and then told mom I was leaving.

I am happier now because I can see that papa is really making an effort to recover. Mama and I are ok. We can talk now without us both being angry. No more heart-wrenching.

I know he’s still not in favor of what I’m doing. Who's parent wants their child to be in danger. But somehow she didn’t miss a reminding me that I should be careful. Most of all...