I forgot my life, I forgot everything,

I forgot that I had a life, a house, everything.

I started going out all the time.

The only thing I didn't do was do drugs, thank God.

I started drinking moonshine all the time.

My son was so beautiful, he was very beautiful.

I lost the last photograph I had of him.

It was in my wallet that was stolen.

But I don't forget anything.

I don't forget the tiniest details.

At the morgue,

there was a little ant crawling on his face because of the flowers.

I made a scene to get that ant off my son's body.

I don't forget a single detail not a single, single one.

- Come my dear. - Thank you.

I'll print a photograph for you.

No.

Isis, you're not supposed to cry.

Come here.

Thank you.