When I saw the title of this chapter, I knew it was going to confuse me in some way or another. As I read it, I felt a scary connection between the little girl and me. For starters, she tries to find out about her grandfather by talking to her grandmother, who only avoids talking about him. Here, I was able to connect because my grandfather died when I was about 10 years old, but I never really got to know him. I probably saw him once a year and truly regret not sharing with him. Now that he has passed, if the topic arrises in a family conversation, it is immediately avoided, Im not sure why. As the chapter went on, it was late one night when the girl´s father hadnt returned. The family started to think he was dead and were very concerned about him. In this part, I had my deepest connection beacuse her family started to worry for their dad as well as my family did for my father. I had just began school when he suffered internal bleeding in his brain, rushed out of the country in a plane-ambulance I truly didnt know about how he was doing for a whole month, as well and my mom not being here but instedad being in the US with him, on my month of school. Fortunetly, we both got our fathers back healthy, him being late at night photographing the rebel take over around the hospital and the deaths that it caused.
Overall, the chapter was not as confusing as I imagined it, but rather interesting. My questions remained as well as my anxiety to keep reading.
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