𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍... "𝙶𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊," Being Erick Brian Colón's sister was so much easier before La Banda. it was so much simpler back then. But it can't be all bad right? I hope.. (Spanglish is intended and I'm sorry if you don't like it but it's part of the story so if you wouldn't like to read it than I suppose you don't?) (anything written in Spanish has the English translation as well, for anyone who isn't too good at Spanish)