Saturday, January 15, 2011: Hi Beautiful! Another Saturday gone in a blink of an eye. Life is amazing Sam. On one hand I am able to do whatever I can to continue to build that ever important father-daughter bond with you. On the other Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) sees how much you hate the situation yet does nothing to contribute to a positive conclusion. Today Adriana added an excuse as to why she pulled the rug out from underneath us yet again. Get this, her therapist told her to wait to drop the case. Like all the other stories Adriana tells, it’s so ridiculous. It cannot be believed. I actually asked Adriana if she expected me to believe her and wouldn’t you know it, dead silence. Not a word from her. That was until she told me she wanted ME to take you to the doctor because you were supposedly sick last night. You were in perfect health today. If you were so sick last night, why wait until today to take you to the doctor? I have no idea what happened last night. I was not there. There were no symptoms of it today, if there was anything at all.
Be that as it may, we made the most of our time under the restrictions of being in that house under lock down and constantly watched. We played a little soccer. You beat me really bad. It was adorable watching you celebrate each goal you scored. No signs of being sick there. I realize I can only control what I do and have to adapt to everything else. If anyone has the answer to how to get through to Adriana, please let me know.
