Joaquin looked around in search of his younger self and his grandfather. Even his mother was frantically looking around.
“Do you remember where you were taken?” Shanaia asked.
“No. I don’t even remember this ever happened,” he replied.
Shanaia looked at Joaquin thinking how traumatized it was for him that he chose to lock and forget those memories.
Then all of a sudden, their surroundings changed and they were in a room. There they saw the young Joaquin and young Adano with Joaquin’s grandfather and another man with wavy shoulder-length hair.
“Who is Michael Jackson?” Shanaia asked.
“That’s Conrado, Adano’s grandfather,” Joaquin answered and Shanaia frowned.
“Great. Another bastard,” she grumbled.
In the room, they watched as the two adult Dalakitnons let the younger one
