This is a picture of the prison I live in. I was standing on that balcony when I dropped the ball and spilled the soup. That was how this nightmare started. I wish we did not live in jail. I wish we could live on the coca farm. Speaking of coca farms at school today I found these two pictures I think they represent what my childhood could have been like. I hope Mondo isn't still thinking about going on that trip thing but now that I think it may not be a bad idea. Maybe I could help Mama pay off that stupid pot of soup. I will go with Mondo on the trip. I will, I will, I will. See you when I'm back,
Diego
Gillian
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