Dear Diary,
Today is even worse. Papi isn't here. I want him. This isn't fair. Papi is young and healthy and he just can't be...be... what they say he is. It's Sunday. Our day. Our day for our family. No shop, no work, just friends, family, and food. Lots of food. Well, we have that, at least. People, our nieghbors, keep coming in and out, all with something to eat. Isn't it funny the things you notice when you're trying to notice everything but one thing?
This is the first sunday in my life that we didn't go to one Mass service or another. I don't know why. I can't look at these four walls any longer.
If one more person tells me how sorry they are, I swear I'm gonna scream. I'm sick of that. They didn't cause it, it wasn't thier fault so they should quit apologizing already. I'm going outside.
Okay, Diary, I'm back. There was just too many people in the house. I can't stand this. I'm gonna lose my mind. Everyone keeps saying I'm heartbroken. Well, if this is what a broken heart feels like, I want to know just what's so romantic about it. It hurts to even breathe.
Papi's brother, Uncle Givaino, came by this morning. I guess I had dozed off, up in my room, then I heard him, down in the kitchen talking. I thought it was my Papi. I ran all the way down there. He was at the table, with his arms around Dominic. I was so happy, then he looked up. Uncle Givaino. I couldn't take it. I collapsed right there. Crying, again. Then he cried, and I felt even worse. I mean, it's not his fault he sounds like Papi and looks like Papi, is it?
He avoided me the rest of the morning. Dom says he just didn't want to upset me anymore. Just before he left, he found me and hugged me. He told everything was going to be all right, but is it?
Vince just brought me a coke and some food. He said Momma and Dominic said I was to eat all of it.
Good old Vince. I don't think Dom would be able to stay as strong as he's being, if Vince weren't here. Letty was here, of course, and even though she's my best friend, she's Dom's girlfriend, so he held onto her pretty tight.
Momma is a wreck.
I want to cry, but I don't think I have anymore tears left. Can you run out of tears?
Vince says Dom said to make sure I eat something so it looks like the only way I'm gonna get rid of him and get to be alone again is to eat. Later.
Mia Toretto
Nov. 11, 1 p.m.
Age 15
Today is even worse. Papi isn't here. I want him. This isn't fair. Papi is young and healthy and he just can't be...be... what they say he is. It's Sunday. Our day. Our day for our family. No shop, no work, just friends, family, and food. Lots of food. Well, we have that, at least. People, our nieghbors, keep coming in and out, all with something to eat. Isn't it funny the things you notice when you're trying to notice everything but one thing?
This is the first sunday in my life that we didn't go to one Mass service or another. I don't know why. I can't look at these four walls any longer.
If one more person tells me how sorry they are, I swear I'm gonna scream. I'm sick of that. They didn't cause it, it wasn't thier fault so they should quit apologizing already. I'm going outside.
Okay, Diary, I'm back. There was just too many people in the house. I can't stand this. I'm gonna lose my mind. Everyone keeps saying I'm heartbroken. Well, if this is what a broken heart feels like, I want to know just what's so romantic about it. It hurts to even breathe.
Papi's brother, Uncle Givaino, came by this morning. I guess I had dozed off, up in my room, then I heard him, down in the kitchen talking. I thought it was my Papi. I ran all the way down there. He was at the table, with his arms around Dominic. I was so happy, then he looked up. Uncle Givaino. I couldn't take it. I collapsed right there. Crying, again. Then he cried, and I felt even worse. I mean, it's not his fault he sounds like Papi and looks like Papi, is it?
He avoided me the rest of the morning. Dom says he just didn't want to upset me anymore. Just before he left, he found me and hugged me. He told everything was going to be all right, but is it?
Vince just brought me a coke and some food. He said Momma and Dominic said I was to eat all of it.
Good old Vince. I don't think Dom would be able to stay as strong as he's being, if Vince weren't here. Letty was here, of course, and even though she's my best friend, she's Dom's girlfriend, so he held onto her pretty tight.
Momma is a wreck.
I want to cry, but I don't think I have anymore tears left. Can you run out of tears?
Vince says Dom said to make sure I eat something so it looks like the only way I'm gonna get rid of him and get to be alone again is to eat. Later.
Mia Toretto
Nov. 11, 1 p.m.
Age 15