Three stories

"I don't remember," Lorenzo shrieked, wanting to go home.

"If you don't remember, I'll make you pay."

"Don't hit me!"

Miguel squeezed his cousin's wrist, which had cut off circulation. Sitting on the sidewalk in front of the mailboxes of the houses in the neighborhood, Lorenzo cried and rubbed his sore wrist.

Three days ago, Miguel had written a letter to María, a girl he was in love with, and put it in an envelope. Lorenzo was aware of his feelings for the girl and, thinking it was a good idea, sealed it, added some stamps Miguel had on his desk, and put it in the house's mailbox.

Knowing how long it would take for the explicit letter to arrive, Miguel ran with Lorenzo in his arms and headed to the neighborhood where María lived. With every stride he took, Miguel couldn't stop thinking of an apology for his crush and his parents.

All he had to do was remember Maria's mailbox number and take the letter out. He knew there was a three in there somewhere.