Wednesday, March 26th

There was a huge fight. My cousins had all gotten involved and there was a lot of blood. As a matter of fact, because of all that blood, some of them had gotten very sick. Nobody wanted to talk about what diseases they had and how they'd be affected, but me and my sister knew.

My mother was out of town for most of this, and when she returned, we all met at my grandmother's house to discuss the situation. It was clear that at least 5 of my cousins were infected and sick and needed complete bed rest. My uncle was very disappointed in his children. My sisters were both safe.

My grandmother's adopted son (whom she had just gotten a couple of days before) was infected. She was furious.

When we were driving home, my mother asked me where it all happened. I told her it had happened in the kitchen of our own home. She looked at my dad incredulously. He nodded. She punched him in the arm. "I can't believe you didn't tell me," she said. "I haven't even changed the sugar."