Iva, your mother is looking for you. Samuel, I’m never helping you with your english again.

Give me her ticket instead. I need to breathe the miserable Guatemalan air and feel the dangers of the city. I need the roof of one of your cheap buildings and a night full of your most striking stars.

I can’t sleep this off.

“Sometimes I look at you and you don’t have to be doing anything, just being yourself, and it makes me happy because it hits me how much I love you”. 

It hits me twice as hard. Today is a sad day.