Nobela ni Emeís

Squeaking shoes on the floor, the shower is on. The noise woke me up, it was Alex, he seemed like he was gonna go somewhere. So I asked,"Goodmorning, where are you going“He replied with," I’m going to a family gathering. Don't worry It’ll be fast. I’ll pick you up later, get some room service for breakfast and I will prepare some clothes for you. Oh, and I thrifted you a skirt, since you don’t have a new one. Consider it an early birthday gift. ‘Kay, I gotta go! “Just when I was about to say goodbye, he had already left the room.I guess it's time for room service, huh?I take the phone and call the lobby for room service.Someone answers,“ Goodmorning, what can I do for you? Room Service? In what room please? “I answered with,“ 3206, I want ham, fried rice, iced tea and chips & salsa. That’s it, thank you. “The woman on the phone replies,&ldqu

“I’m a car without a window now,” the sounds fade as my face grunts.“Is this phone already broken? I only got this a week ago. I’m not sure how much worse this day can get.”It was an understatement, to say the least, as I say irritably. To put it mildly, today has not been a good day.“Who’s going to look after him now, huh?! Do you think of me as a robot? A computer who can do all your errands and commands?! I can’t raise that child and work!”She’s always been like that, my unloving mother. At this hour they would be arguing, they’re screaming and yelling at each other. It’s the same argument every time, but they never divorce. They’ll simply scream at each other before going to work, returning home, sleeping, and repeating the process.My father’s standard response is—“What?! Conan? That kid is nothing like me! He’s all gay and o