1999-12-04 - 11:48 p.m.

December 4, 1999

Dear Beloved,

We rented a car to be here, in Tijuana. I finally returned to see my family. Everything has changed and will undoubtedly continue to change. My mother’s house has definitely changed for the worst. It looks nothing like it did in my memories. It has aged without it being lived in.

My cousins look different, very different. I guess I, too, look different to them. Their neighborhood has flourished into a productive community. Unlike my mother’s house, which we had high hopes for, their home has gone up in value.

I thought that seeing would somehow trigger some memories or something that might help me find out who I really am, but sadly I didn’t even feel anything for them. Like the rest of my family I can’t say I love them. They were my last hope of knowing or remembering what love is.

Fin.

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