that black spirit, that darkness. he just points the gun at my forehead. the first thing i started thinking of was my children. at first i was saying what does kidnap mean? my dad was stolen by bad guys. i lost everything that i knew just like that, gone. it was such a mystery, who was behind this. it was just tearing me apart. i was suffering so much. we if it takes everything we have, everything i can humanly do. i saw things that no 12 -year-old should see. i mean just the cruelty of incredible fear and agony. when is this going to end? and all the hell that we went through on all the pain has made us unbreakable. the green and white taxi parallel down the highway, something was wrong. why had the man paid ten times the fair for a simple package delivery? we can didn t pry open the alarm full of. the cabbie pried open the package. their terrifying story, more than a decade in the making was about to come to an astonishing climax. i was 12 years ol
it was the morning after fernando made his wish, over his birthday cake, for this very thing to happen. that s some birthday gift? just grateful. best birthday gift of my life. have my dad back. i just sprinted down the hallway, and i saw him in the kitchen kneeling down like this with his arms open. and i gave him a hug, and the first thing that i noticed was touching his bones and he was pale and he looked dead. but conscious. i remember i did not believe that that was my dad. i thought my mom hired an actor to play my dad. the old eduardo crept back into that cadavers body surrounded by his children, his plates of food, and the woman who fought for him every minute of those months. who cried for him, who saved his life. always jane. he followed me around a lot, he wouldn t let me out of his sight, not even to use the