Sunday, November 11, 2012: Hi Sam! I am sitting on the train heading back home. I just dusted off the box of strawberry Willy Wonka Nerds you gave me. I can see why you like them so much! Thank you. I am sorry I could not stay longer. I am a slave to the train schedule today. The line to cross the border was easily over 2 hours. Had I actually waited, I would have missed the train that takes me home. Some guy overheard me say something about my train and let me cut in with his friends. 10-minutes later I was eating the Willy Wonka Nerds you gave me.
As predicted, I got yet another example of how impulsive Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) is and how she expects everyone else to clean up her messes. All I heard for the last few days is how her car is in the shop and she needs $600 to fix it. That’s all well and good, however it’s hard to feel sorry for her when Isaias Palomeque’s (AKA Isaias Uzziel Palomeque, Isaias Palomeque Vergara, Project Manager at DJO Global) truck is still sitting in front of the house with a ‘for sale’ sign on it and no real sense of urgency to sell it. Then again why would you when there is a black Audi convertible in the garage. You got that right. There is a black Audi in the garage. So, why is there a black Audi convertible in the garage you ask? Well, in Adriana’s infinite wisdom she thought she would buy Axel Alvarez Coronel (AKA Axel Coronel) a car for his birthday. OK, that’s pretty cool. Never mind she can barely pay rent, electricity, food, gas and phone. And never mind Axel just turned 16 and doesn’t even have a driver’s license and can’t get one for another year at least. She has never learned from the vast number of really bad financial decisions she has made in the past and it doesn’t look like she ever will. Good luck fixing the thing when it breaks down because German cars are never cheap to fix.
Earlier in the day it was a complete annihilation, by you of me, in tic-tac-toe. Not to mention sketch art where I taught you the cleanest joke I know: “What do you call the guy with no arms and no legs lying on the floor? MAT!” Of course you took it a step further with the “Halloween Mat” and proceeded to pull out a lollipop and called that Mat too. Too funny!
As it got late, you found yourself in your favorite pair of singlet pajamas. It was cold outside after all. I had the honor of tucking you in and telling you a bed-time story, where we both fell asleep with you curled up in my arms.
Last night, I had a dream about you Sam. We were in Detroit for some reason. I was driving a car and you were driving a truck. Somehow you got lost and I could not find you. Panic fell over me immediately as I was looking for you. It was then I heard you crying. For a moment I thought it was part of the dream, then I realized it was really you crying at 2AM. I hate to see you crying but with my freaky dream, I was glad to see you even if it was you crying in the middle of the night. After you calmed down, you told me you also had a bad dream. In your dream something really bad happened to me in a car accident. You woke up to see if I was still with you. Once you realized I was OK, you grabbed my arm and wrapped it tight around you and fell back asleep.
What are the chances we were both dreaming about each other at the same time? What do you think that means? I told a couple people about it and the both said the same thing, our souls as father & daughter are definitely connected. I cannot stop thinking about that. Meanwhile, there was absolutely no mention of the 4-year anniversary of your abduction. Why would there be, Adriana was too pre-occupied with herself and getting people to help clean up her messes.
I LOVE YOU SAM! I will call you tomorrow. KISSES!
