I have to find time. I have to survive. I have, I have to, I have to. I have to help my mom with babysitting my three siblings. Is just that sometimes, the situation is too much, too much.
"You owe him an apology."
"For what. He was going to hit you."
"I already explain Izzie....."
"I have to go."
The door closes.
The team, my team is the only thing that keeps me going.
I do not want to hear her explanation, her excuse. I just want to run, run.
