Victor goes home. He was depressed and was overthinking. He came home to Grandma Lala feeling sick.
"Are you alright Grandma?" He asks as he kisses Grandma Lala's heating forehead.
"I don't think so dear. I started feeling unwell this morning and it seems to get worse." Grandma Lala replies in a weak voice.
Victor felt a strong gush of fear entering his heart.
"Why? What happened Lala?" Victor asks as he worries.
Grandma Lala already looked extremely pale. Her breathing wasn't normal either.
Grandma Lala didn't know what was happening to her, but she knew she had to make some things clear for Victor.
"Victor dear. I don't know, but I must tell you. You are a strong boy. You could get through this. If anything ever happens to me...." She takes a deep breath.
"Open my journal
