Evaristo Salas Jr.

The reality of Evaristo is almost unreal to kind of think of what is taking place with him and how we live each day.

Sometimes I wake up, I feel that Evaristo will be magically exonerated.

On such a day, I anxiously await a phone call that utters these words.

I'm acquitted.

Such days give me hope.

On the other hand, I feel like a fragile piece of glass that could break into a thousand pieces at any moment.

The entire day is a struggle until I can turn off the lights and close the day.

Each day that has passed is a day closer to Eurydice Lozada's release in one form or another.

We have great ideas about what we want to do in the future.

We want to travel to different countries, have a modest home, plant our own vegetable garden, and go on short trips to different museums.

All in all, normal things

My son will be a teenager himself once Evaristos finished serving this unjust sentence.

Then will we enter a new chapter in our lives.

But even then, the question will come up again, the same question that has given me countless anxiety attacks and kept me up at night.

What if it was my son that had to serve a life sentence for something he had nothing to do with?

I could tell that she wasn't herself because normally she would be running around and laughing, jumping.

This particular day she was a little slower than usual.

She was not as active and not as happy as she normally would be.

I made a decision.

I didn't get down, which is I didn't get fired.