Marcela reached over a squeezed Amélia's hand, she hated to see her daughter so upset, and truly hoped she could get the help she desperately needed especially before she found out the truth. She turned the wheel of the car and pulled in the driveway of their home. The house wasn't the best looking house, but it's where all of Amélia's memories were, the last place she had seen a lot of her relatives alive at, and where he father had took his last breath. She could still see the way he looked when he was dying in her mind, he had his eyes rolled back in his head and was shaking, and his skin was turning blue, probably from the lack of oxygen. She shuddered at the thought, and climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and headed into the house not bothering to wait for her mother. "What's wrong, honey?" Her older sister, Gabriela asked with a concerned look on her face. Gabriela was sixteen years older than Amélia and although they were pretty close as sisters, she would sometimes act as another mother. "Nothing Mom's fine, and I'm crazy," Amélia told her, fighting back the tears again, and headed upstairs to her
Marcela reached over a squeezed Amélia's hand, she hated to see her daughter so upset, and truly hoped she could get the help she desperately needed especially before she found out the truth. She turned the wheel of the car and pulled in the driveway of their home. The house wasn't the best looking house, but it's where all of Amélia's memories were, the last place she had seen a lot of her relatives alive at, and where he father had took his last breath. She could still see the way he looked when he was dying in her mind, he had his eyes rolled back in his head and was shaking, and his skin was turning blue, probably from the lack of oxygen. She shuddered at the thought, and climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and headed into the house not bothering to wait for her mother. "What's wrong, honey?" Her older sister, Gabriela asked with a concerned look on her face. Gabriela was sixteen years older than Amélia and although they were pretty close as sisters, she would sometimes act as another mother. "Nothing Mom's fine, and I'm crazy," Amélia told her, fighting back the tears again, and headed upstairs to her