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As he walked home he opened the door, entered, and slammed it.
"Hi honey," Mrs. Suave said as she kissed her son, "how was school?"
"Awful," he simply answered.
"What? How come? Did someone make fun of you again?" she asked him.
"No," Rico told her.
"Then what?"
"I really don't want to talk about it now. I just had a lot of thoughts in my mind for the past seven hours and I'm just exhausted," Rico told her as he sat down on the couch and rested his elbows on his legs and rested his hands on his head.
Mrs. Suave walked down to the kitchen where she met her husband. "Mario," she said to him.
"Yes Esmerelda," he said as he looked up at her.
"Something is wrong with Rico," she told him.
"What?" he asked her.
"I don't know he didn't tell me," she told him with concern.
"I'll go talk to him," he said as he retreated from the stove and went to the living room. He approached his son and lightly rested his hand on Rico's shoulder. Rico looked up and saw his dad.
"Hey," his dad said.
"Hey dad," Rico greeted him, "sorry I'm not at work. There wasn't anybody there."
"That's fine," his dad said, "your mother said that something is wrong with you. Would you like to tell me?"
"No," Rico said, "I'm not ready to talk about it."
"Hey buddy," his dad said, "its not good to keep your emotions bottled up inside you. You're just going to explode."
"Nothing like that has ever happened," Rico told him.
"Well it might. So tell me, what is wrong?"
"I told you dad," Rico said, "nothing," he lied.
"I know you don't want to talk about it but just tell me. I'll help you."
"Please dad," Rico said, "I got a huge headache that is bothering me and I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay but if you ever want to talk about it—"
"Can't you understand?" Rico said with irritation, "I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it alright!"
"I was just saying that if you ever want to we are here for you," his dad said as he patted his shoulder.
"Thanks dad," Rico said.
"Dinner is at three alright," his dad left and went into the kitchen to finish dinner.
Mr. Suave walked into the kitchen and put his arms around his wife's waist and kissed her neck.
"What did he say?" Mrs. Suave asked him.
"He didn't tell me Esmerelda," her husband said.
After a few minutes passes it was dinnertime and at the dinner table everything was quiet except the clattering of the forks, spoons and knives.
"Honey please eat something," Mrs. Suave spoke up to her son.
Rico picked up his spoon and ate some food. "The dinner is good mom but I'm not that hungry," he said as he put down his spoon.
After dessert Mrs. Suave spoke up. "Honey please tell us what is wrong."
"Nothing," Rico said with irritation again, "nothing."
"But you've been like this since you got home."
"I know," Rico simply said, "I'm trying to forget about it but I can't."
"What?" his dad asked.
"CAN'T YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND?" he yelled as he stood up, "I WAS BEING A JERK AND SHE IS GONE! AND TOMORROW IS HER BIRTHDAY!" he cried as he quickly ran out of the dining room and into his room.
"Rico honey—" his mom said as she got up to go after him but Mr. Suave stopped her.
"Let him go," he said, "he'll come together."
"I know," she said, "but I don't want him to be sad."
"At least he told us what was bothering him," he said to her as she nodded, "and he's letting his emotions out. Don't worry, he'll feel better after a few days."
"Okay," Mrs. Suave said as she undressed the table.
"Here I'll help you," Mr. Suave offered.
"I thought that he would be over this already," Mrs. Suave said as she cleaned the dishes, "he really misses her."
"I know," Mr. Suave said.
He slammed his door and sat down at his desk. He had nothing better to do so he got lost in doing his homework. He could have finished it more quickly but he did it really slowly thinking that how things have changed around him. It all started when he was ten years old.
