Camila was picking you and Luz up from school. You had gotten in trouble for doodling during your lessons again and watched as your teacher threw your entire notebook away. Your heart was broken as you sniffled on your way home, Luz holding your hand to comfort you.

“ It’s okay bebé.. We can go get you a new notebook today okay? Ill let you and Luz pick your own books- “

L- “ But mami it was special.. “

Luz insisted, gripping your hand as you began to cry- You just wanted your notebook.