Yet no matter how much we tried to make each other’s lives perfect, that could not happen either. I will never forget one day when Casimir’s father came home from a business trip. It was a crisp morning in the middle of August, and a large black car pulled up to the estate. Casimir and I had been in the parlor, when we suddenly heard staff members bustling about; clearly excited. “He’s here!” one of them cried. Ms. Ledezma maintained control and gave orders. Apparantly, Casimir knew what was going on before I did. “They make a big fuss like this every time my father comes home from a business trip,” he said, pretending not to care. Sure enough, as we looked out the window, we saw a man in a suit getting out of the car. “Have you ever met my dad before?” Casimir asked. “Yeah, once. But only for an hour,” I replied. “Look, I don’t think we should be here,” he said. I tilted my head to the side. I didn’t understand. “Most likely, he won’t want to see me,” Casimir responded, gritting his teeth.