I felt compelled to do this one in pencil for some reason. In case you can’t read my crappy handwriting…

Q: Abbie, how close were you and your mother?
Abbie: Very.
Q: Did-OR-do you know your father?
Abbie: Yeah.
Jaime: You’ve gotta give a little more than that…
Abbie: Uggghhh fine.
Yeah, we were close. It was just us for a long time. She used to tell me stories about our homeland. She never said it, but I know she was really sad about leaving.
My dad died when I was little. The night Mom and I had to leave our city. He helped us get away. That’s all I remember, I guess.
…Why are you crying??
Jaime: I’m not! I just got sand in my eye.