Suddenly, a memory from just a few days ago came to mind. During a weekend morning, Warren and I were at the nearest park. That park, as usual, was empty. The only sounds that echoed throughout the place were my footsteps and, well... Warren's screams.
"Come on, Mila! Three more laps to go!"
"Ugh... I... I'm done..."
Bang! bang! "Come on, don't stop!"
"Ouch!"
What is going on? You might be wondering. Well, Warren was helping me train, just like the other day, though this time there was a slight difference: Warren carried a Colt M1911-style revolver loaded with rubber bullets that he fired mercilessly every time I stopped. His bullets weren't painful, but they were quite annoying.
According to him, it was necessary to teach me how important discipline is. "You don't understand now, Mila, but you'll thank me later," Warren said.
