[Jonas Dear Diary: Well, another day without breakfast. The fights started at midnight and ended at 3 in the morning. Mamí was sobbing, as usual she couldn’t find the strength to keep arguing with the mad hyena that lives inside Papí. I started drawing funny critters and medicinal plants with my charcoal, couldn't sleep anyway. Now my eyes are burning, and I just want to run out, run along the river, to feel the air and never stop. They’re gone to the bank, so I have to watch the chickens until Abuela arrives. Ever since she got out of the hospital, they’ve been giving her so much attention, it's crrrazy. But she's fine. Ain’t she doing much better than I am? <                                                     >