After Dorita's death, Dad would take off on his motorcycle. Sometimes he would not return for days. This troubled mom, so she made certain that I would go with him on his trips in order to guarantee our returning that same day. These were hours of great closeness with dad. There was a tinge of guilt within me for I did not miss my sister. Yet, I could feel his grief and understand his silence. In one of the trips when we rode around the fields that had Maya stellas, I lost a shoe which we were unable to find. Dad over reacted, shouting his anger, stating that he had no money to buy new shoes for me. On this occasion it didn't bother me as if I knew that anger was a necessity.