Sometimes when I am alone I think about my sister. It has been six years since I have heard from her. Sometimes I want to reach out to her but I do not have a way to contact her. I have thought of going back home but what is most likely to happen is that my parents will insult me and speak poorly of Nazario and tell me to stay away. When they kicked me out they made it clear they did not want me around my sister because I was with “that thief”. That he was just a criminal that didn’t value what his parents had provided him with. It hurt me because they talked about him as if they knew him. Nazario was not just “a thief” and he’s no criminal. He has endured so much pain in his life from the people that should’ve taken care of him. He is the love of my life. He is a good man. I know it from experience. He has taken care of me for years. He even takes care of the stray cats that live in the streets where we live. He does not deserve to be treated that way and neither do I. I should not be treated and insulted that way just because of the man I love. It is hard to have to choose between those two things: the love of your life and your family but in a way I just knew what choice I had to make. I chose Nazario because if my family loved me they would have accepted him. Now, my sister has nothing to do with that. She did not understand anything that happened the day they kicked me out. I still remember how she cried when I left. She was just a kid. I know she still has to think of me the same way I think of her. I think of her now more than ever because I know she is about to go to college.