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Call 1-800-GRAINGER Click grainger.com or just stop by Grainger for the ones who get it done. The priest did the sermon. I could only see his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear anything. Like nothing, nothing. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I mean, I just wanted to throw myself into the hole with my little brother. They filled his grave with flowers and they started to throw dirt on him. And my mom was screaming at God, you don't exist. If you existed, my son wouldn't be dead. It was getting dark by the time we left that night. I said to my sister, what if we go to the cemetery to keep him company? And she said, no, he's dead. All eyes were on my mom because she was in very bad shape. And as kids they sent us to school like nothing happened. But I kept wondering, where's my brother? In fact, I wouldn't let anyone else sleep in my bed because I believed my brother was going to come back. And one night I was asleep. And when I move my body, I feel something next to me. I feel my arms around someone. I thought, oh, one of my sisters came into bed with me. Their backside was up against my chest. But when I opened my eyes, it wasn't my sister. It was my little brother. So I lean over, but real quick, like a spring, and I go, santi, you're here. He was warm, soft. He was a person like any other person. I mean, he wasn't a ghost or a corpse that was cold and stiff. I mean, it was him. It was him with his white clothes. He was right there. And he turns his head and looks at me and he laughs. I got scared. We sit on the bed and talk. And I said, what are you doing here? And he said, I haven't left. I'm here. I go, but we took you in a coffin. And he said, no, I'm here. And I said, but you're here all the time in the morning, at night, you're always here. And he said, yes. I go, well, let's go tell my mom you're here. And he said, no, my mom can't see me. No one sees me. Only you can see me. But then my brother hugged me and said he was really scared. I go, why? And he says, because where I am, it's very cold. Then it's dark, and I'm all alone. In that moment, I was happy because I was looking at my little brother. I was hugging him. I could feel him. I was so happy he was there with me. And I said, I'm going to put a sweater on you. And he said, no, I'm always going to be cold. And I go, but why are you cold? And he said, my mom cries too much. He said that my mom wasn't letting him go because she cried so much. And I said, but where are you then? And he said that he was always next to my mom. It was the next day. I didn't go to school because I wanted to see if my brother was here. All my siblings left my mom. I could see her from my room. I focused on her movements. With my eyes. I scanned her bed to try to see where my little brother could be. I get out of bed. I go to her back and her head. And I start touching her with my hands. And I go to her feet. I sit on the bed and I stare at her. And she says, well, honey, are you crazy? What are you doing? Nothing. What are you looking for? Nothing. Nothing. And I stand up and I say, oh, I think I left something under your bed. I thought maybe because it was dark underneath the bed, he might be there. I go under the bed to look. I couldn't find him. I couldn't feel him. I didn't see him. During the day. I was always sad. At school, I stopped doing homework. I would fall asleep on my desk. I stopped playing with other kids. I didn't want to play with anybody, not even with my sisters. With nobody. I became quiet. But when night came, it's like I came to life again. Because I knew that at night my brother would come. My little brother would come and he would say, I'm here. Oh. When I would hear those words, I would get up so fast and I would say, let's play. What do you want to play? Patty cake. Patty cake. And we would play with his toys. And one time we started playing in my mom's room. And then my mom woke up. My brother runs behind me. I immediately put my arms up like Trying to cover my brother up so my mom wouldn't see him. What are you doing, honey? Are you okay? What's wrong? Why are you playing? And I go, no, no, no, no, no, I'm fine, I'm fine. But what are you doing? Nothing, nothing. Just go to sleep. When I see my mom close her eyes, I say, she's asleep. But when I turn around, my brother isn't there anymore. So then I wouldn't see him anymore. I never saw him walk away or anything. He'd just disappear. But I didn't tell anyone. I was scared that if anyone else found out, I wouldn't be able to see him anymore. And then one day, my family started to wonder why some of Santiago's toys kept popping up on the floor every morning. His little cars, his favorite three legged giraffe, or this little ball. My sister Rosie said, I know who plays with the toys. And my mom said, who? Kiti gets up in the middle of the day. She plays with someone. She talks with them and she laughs. Liar. Liar. That's not true. I don't play with anyone. I don't get up. I mean, I denied it. My mom said, honey, maybe you're dreaming or something. No, it's not true. It's not true. And my sister goes, yes, she does get up. They even had my sister keep an eye on me during the night to see who I played with. But she never did because she was so scared. And so I kept seeing my brother. I kept playing with him. And one night he came and he said that soon we were going to be together. I stopped eating. I would only take a couple of bites of food. And later I would stick my finger down my throat to get the food out. I had a dog. And the dog would go under the table. And sometimes I would give my food to him. And no one noticed. I was getting thinner and thinner. I had big bags under my eyes. I was letting myself die so I could be with him. And so here comes my grandma and she says, you know what? Something's happening here that's not normal. This girl isn't well. And so she says, we're going to take her to a temple. And I go, what's that? It's a place where they're going to cure you. I'm not sick. So that night I see my brother and I cry. And I tell him, my grandma says she's going to take me to a temple. And he said, don't go. You have to be with me. So when the day came to go to the temple. I made it so hard for them to get me out of the house. I threw myself on the ground and I said I'm not going, I'm not going. I'm not sick. They dragged me out of the house and they took me. When we got there I saw a room with candles and I said I don't want to. I don't want to see the witch. And they said she's not a witch. I don't want to. I screamed.