There was trouble at school, at play, and all the while there was some problems brewing at home. Dad was certain that somewhere in our home a treasure was buried. He dug up every room and then had to work hard in order to have the tiles replaced. The trellis was torn down in order to continue to dig up the patio. Dorita and Jerry were always dad's favorites but mom paid attention to me. But on this day I noted that Jerry could get away with smoking cigars and Dorita could do no wrong. Mom neither scolded them nor paid attention to me. She had falled in love with a friend, Alejandro, who I also liked, but his closeness to mom was disturbing. We burned the wood and three cashews and potatoes in the embers. Everyone had fun but I worried.