But, fortune did not seem to favor them.
At first, Demian could not accept his cousin’s sudden death, “He did not deserve to die like that. If there was someone who must have died, then that person should have been me, not Fernando.”
He could not stop thinking that his cousin’s death was his responsibility somehow, even though he had nothing to do with that incident. But, surely, that thought ate him up.
“I could not sleep through countless nights, whenever I closed my eyes, I heard his voice, and whenever I see my aunt, I could feel that her eyes reproached me for her son’s death.”
That incident led him to alcohol and drug abuse, and he ended up living on the street like a homeless man, begging for money.
A far cry from the once a successful, well know artist in Mexico he had been, but now that person was gone.
However, one day, Demian realized he did not only lose his best friend but also himself, and he could not afford to lose the two most important individuals in his life. “I was finding it really, really difficult to think of anything good. I said to myself that I needed a way to focus on the positive.”
Mr. Mohar started to think that he owed his cousin a nice life, a life that his cousin would have wanted to live, so he changed the way he lived and became a better person. seeing him happy makes me so happy and relieved.