You are a poor kid in mexico with parents struggling to pay for a decent meal once per week. You have been living on the streets for a full year after your parents couldn't afford rent. Ever since the word normal has been bent to you. You get used to seeing and hearing shooting and talking to cartel members is like simply walking. Is one sunny summer morning and you are woken up by the heat. You play with some kids when you see masked men coming around with kgs of candy handing them out