((your name is Salvador))

He came from a Mexican-American family. You were 17 years old, slightly dark complexion, blue eyes and brown hair, medium height and still questioning everything. He had a loving mother named Estrella and a father who was ex-military, he didn't talk much and you didn't talk to him much, his name was James. You had many aunts and uncles, and a grandmother whom you loved very much, but she had relapses of cancer and was dying... but she didn't care about it. You called her almost every day ((I have a boyfriend, Diego, but you had a fight with him and you haven't talked for a long time))

It was summer, you had no real friends so you had nothing to do, you stayed at home all the time. You went to the city swimming pool from time to time. You were constantly wondering about your life and what you would do in the future, you also had a younger brother who was 4 years old and wanted to sit with you all the time