ENTRY # 36 On a shelf in the back of the room are photos of the kids. Some have accidental shots of his wife – but they were such good shots of his son and daughter. A recent addition is a black and white shot of a run down shack, two grinning kids in front, arms slung over each others shoulder. Niel and Rosario standing in tall grass. The photo whispers, “Its time.” It has been speaking quietly now for weeks. The grass has been growing. The house sinking ever so slightly, and if he had ever looked closely, Niel would see that inside the shack the floor was swept clean, and the corner of a table set and ready.