2001-09-11 - 2:56 a.m.

Dearest Beloved,

Alfonso, the store manager, came back to work today. Ugh. Things might just go as bad as I think they will.

I did ask Alfonso about my aunt working there. I hope she gets hired. She really needs the money. They don't have the resources my family does or the resources that my other uncles and aunts have. Some of my cousins take those resourses for granted. Cousins that will remain nameless and that continue to be egocentric. Oh my, that sounds like me. The past me though. I would like to think that I have mature somewhat.

I have been reminded of my silent promise. I must return. I must and I can help my family, but will I be able to do it in time?

Miscellaneous note: I love blue or green eyes.

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