-"I got it long time ago." - he said holding his 3 year old boy on his lap. - "At that time, I thought about getting revenge you know? A little justice."-
-"I know what you mean, but the risk doesn't worth it." -she said gazzing down to the cup of coffee between her hands.
-"He wouldn't want that any way. Just promise you'll get rid of it ok?"
-"I'll do, don't worry..."- he said and took another sip from his beer. -"He would have turned 34 this year"- he said.
The whole family went silent for a moment. Remembering, missing, imagining the lost one.
Somewhere else, not too far away, on that same moment, another gunshot was tearing apart another family, again.
When tears dry on one mother's eye, knowing justice will never come for her son's blood, another mother starts asking why and when and how. Answers never found, cases closed.
"Just be careful not to fight back or you can be the next one. (Y que Dios vaya contigo mijo.)"
