The smaller twin came to speak with me. He told me that my son was fine.

I asked him why I was here. He said nothing.
I asked him what they plan on doing with me. He said nothing.
I asked him if I did something wrong. He said nothing.
I asked him when, or even if I could go home. He said... He said that this was my home now.
I asked him where my son was. He said that Mori was with his brother.
I asked when I could see my son. He told me to wait.

He then politely told me that he had to leave. I said nothing to him when he left.

I felt scared. I felt alone. I felt hopeless. I want to see Mori.

I wish I never met those evil twins.

I'll go for now.

Bye.

4/03/XX
Cross Peñaloza