Chapter 8 :

“no mamá, tampoco recuerdo a nadie.” and i didn’t look back at him.

“Bueno, eso es una pena, pero está bien cariño” mama consoled. we were definately exahusted so we decided to head home. We were going to get a take out but mom decided to cook. Our limbs were begging for some rest. We arrived at the house just as nightfall begun to near. “Wow mija! You really had this house under control. Although, did you have someone over? The dishes look doubled.” “Yes actually, mama.” “But they only stayed a while.” “well alright.” “I'll make us tamales.” “Honey, would you like tacos as usual?” “Actually mama, I'm not hungry, I'd rather stay in my room. Bye”

“oh what's wrong with her?” I heard dad ask “probably stressed from school. She is in the 12th grade after all.” “Yeah you're right.”