Private: Dejáme, Papí, por favor.
Private: Guess its my fault, you get the stubbornness from me… You are my little girl Elena, and i know you’re hurting. I know because I am too, I know its a different kind- i know there is something more, i wish that you could talk to me. I don’t like the fact you’re out here alone, you’re full of emotions and you might not see something coming.
Private: No soy un bebé, Papá.
Private: You’ll always be my baby, always. I’ll leave you alone now, I love you Elena but i meant what i said earlier. Next fist thrown will be mine…