The following days were chaos. My family argued all the time about whether they should report Refugio to the authorities. Most of my uncles and aunts agreed that they should do it, they thought it would be the only way for him to learn from his mistakes and change his immature behavior. However, my grandmother said she would rather be killed too than see her son spend his years in prison. Therefore, we continued with the funeral arrangements and justice was never served for my grandfather. Shortly after the tragedy, the family fell apart. His wife and children left home. Two of my uncles and an aunt built their own houses and moved with their families. The Christmas holidays came and we returned home. After eight months, my grandmother died. The doctors said it was for medical reasons, I think she was just too sad. A year after my grandfather's misfortune, we moved to Howard Lake, Minnesota. Now every summer we visit my mother's family, maybe once a month. We are very separated from each other. No one ever talks about the accident or my uncle, it seems he died too. However, there are rumors that he visits my grandfather at his grave during the night. Maybe he wasn't taken to prison, but he's paying his sentence, alone and with so much money.