I went back to my house after Michael and I talked. I am not on my own and I am lost in thoughts. Feeling restless, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes as memory of the past re-entered my mind. My parents who were soaking in their own blood, lying unconscious and no longer breathing. I opened my eyes again and cupped my face with both of my hands.
I do not know if I am going to believe everything what Michael has told me earlier. But then I wonder where he is? Where is Uncle Jaime? My father’s best friend. Is he still alive? Or is he dead like my parents. What happened to him that night? Is he really the reason for my parent’s death? Where did Michael get that information? How did he know about my past? I am getting crazy because of these questions that are running in my brain. What i
