Why is it that when something bad happens that's the only time we grow up... act our age... mature?! Things happen so suddenly we don't even realize we're thrust into that situation until we're neck deep in shit.
I try to be strong but I'm actually scared.
Life is so short.
I've known that since I was a kid. Maybe that's why I throw caution to the wind and do stupid things. But life is suddenly even shorter than I thought.
Prayers for Tini's mom. I pray she gets well soon.
Funny, I never called her anything but Mrs. Navarro.