Eight Years Ago: Daniel's First Painting
SMASH!
Jorge, Benji, and Connor ran to the sound. Broken glass was all over the floor. Jorge picked up Daniel was standing beside the glass with a pout.
Jorge: Bebé, que ha pasado? (Baby, what happened?)
Daniel: I was twying to paint a vase so, Abuela Alejandra and Daddy would be pwoud of me but, it was too high and broke evewywhere.
Benji: My mother's favorite vase!
Jorge: Are you seriously worried about an object over your son?
Benji: No--
Jorge: Because if you were that'd be a one-way ticket to sleeping on the couch.
Daniel: I'm sowwy.
Jorge: It's okay, Daddy will pick up the glass for you. Won't you, Benji?
Benji: But--
Jorge: Won't you?
Benji: Yes, I will.
Jorge: Come on, boys, let's color.
Nine Years Ago: Daniel's Surgery
Daniel laid down in a hospital bed with Connor and Jorge on both sides. Connor and Jorge were talking about Benji coming down to see him from the military.
Jorge: Your Dad said he should be coming down for a quick leave.
Connor: We get to see Dad?
Daniel: Maybe I should stop breathing more often.
Jorge's eyes widened as he wiped the hair out of Daniel's eyes.
Jorge: Don't say that. What you did was dangerous!
Daniel: I just wanted to run with Connor and his friends.
Connor left the room when a doctor called him into the hallway.
Jorge: I told you to stay inside, your asthma, Danny!
Daniel: But I wanna be like other play like other kids.
Dr. Garden: Excuse me, your mother is here.
Jorge followed the woman out but, stopped in the door.
Jorge: One day, babes. Now, you need your rest.
(It's the last one!!!)