The play station was gone, even his clothes and his favorite blanket.
When I said I couldn’t face him yesterday, I didn’t mean it this way. But just where was he?
I left my room and saw my mother leaving my sister’s room.
“Oh little DJ, you’re already here. How’s your day?”
“Ma, where is he?” It was the only thing I wanted to say.
She took out a sigh, came closer to me, and held my shoulders.
“Uhm he, I mean we, all of us, decided it’s time for Pears to go back to Gina’s, I mean he’s really going back by the end of su…”
“Why?”
“It’s not really a big deal little DJ…”
“Was it him? Did he want to leave?”
“Little DJ… it’s uh…”
“What is it?”
“Just go and have some rest for now, alright?” Then she kissed me on my forehead and left me in the corrido
