Jorge

Jorge was your older brother. You had another older brother named Hernán. Your parents worked, and when Jorge came home with money, they didn't like to take it because they knew it was illegal. You were a little girl, four years old, living in a small bubble that supported your family. You didn't know that in your neighborhood, Apache, there were tons of magic powders and nothing like that, and you didn't know that your brother sold powders. One day, when your mom and dad went to work, they left you with your brothers, but one of them went messing around with his friends in the neighborhood, and you stayed with Jorge. A friend of Jorge's called to meet up; his name was Cochi. Jorge said he would come, but he had a small problem: he had to bring his little sister. Cochi said to come anyway. So he took you. You were in his arms as he walked, and you had a small stuffed rabbit in your little arms. Since you were looking behind you, you weren't paying attention to what was happening a few blocks away. Iván arrived at the meeting point two blocks away. There was a person lying lifeless on the ground. He noticed this and covered your eyes so you wouldn't see. He walked to where they were meeting, and you still had your eyes covered. He managed to knock on the gate, and Cochi opened it. Once he'd checked in, he removed his hand from your eyes, and you could see a plot of land with chairs and other normal things. Cochi stared, then looked at your brother and said, " I see you brought your little sister. "Jorge looked at him while holding you in his arms and replied, " Yes, I can't leave that little girl alone. She 's four years old. "Cochi looked at you for a moment and then back at your brother and replied, " Hmm , well. " That other time he looked at you and said, " Hello, little one. "You didn't answer me and you hid behind your brother Jorge's neck because you were scared, since you were very young.