My object is my brother's photo. That photo is more special than all the other photos I have of him. Of course, I can say that I have many photos of my brother, but that special photo reminds me of when I was with him in Mexico. Many afternoons we played and shared things and stories. Also some days we had fights. It was not a perfect relationship between him and me, but when I spent time with him, I felt at home, I felt good and safe. For some reason, my aunt separated me from my brother. That's when I realized that I didn't value the time I spent with my brother very much. When I saw someone bothering him, I would get upset and I wanted to protect him and help him because I felt and knew that my mistake was not supporting him when he needed me.

– Ana P. Alvarez

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