"How nice that he remembers his childhood because I also remember mine, not the same, but I remember it. [Flashback] "The devil take me! I overslept, the sheets are stuck to me, my mother and teacher will kill me since I don't have time to have breakfast, and I'll be late for class. My mother came to wake me up as she does every day, but this time I asked her for five minutes, and those five minutes unintentionally turned into thirty minutes. She didn't even give me time to take a bath, I just did what they call a 'Russian bath'. I quickly dried myself off, and all I could do was my sad face. Ready, I ran out of the room and with fear I appeared before my parents. Their bewildered expression and the redness of their faces surprised me, they looked at me like they wanted to kill me. "Don't move," my father stopped me from turning around, "it's not our fault that you overslept, no one asked you to stay up late reading this book, 'Ardent Romance'. What does this mean?" "My book!" I
"Why? I'm very interested to know why giving everything for your loved ones is possible, don't you have the right to live your own life?" As I wish to convey that words can be as heavy as their meaning, and that not everything is easy. My parents gave everything for their loved ones, but I didn't want to remember the sad past when my father started getting sick; he wasn't just sick in his heart, but his spine and nerves were also betraying him. "It's okay, you can listen, and I don't expect any pity or sympathy... My eyes and ears could appreciate the immense pain that his back was causing him. At first, they thought it was just temporary pain that came from overuse, but nothing they thought was the true cause of his pain." At first, the doctors told him it was a lumbar problem and that three days of rest would alleviate the annoying pain, but the days passed, and the pain continued, even to the point where it was more persistent. His groans were a testament to the suffering he felt
In a matter of minutes, he was already lying on a bed with an IV and medication to help with the lower back pain that wouldn't let him rest. After three hours of the medication ending, a doctor appeared and told him that an opening could be seen on the X-ray and that he would need to see an orthopedist in seven days. The doctor reassured him not to worry, as an eight-day medical certificate would justify his absence. The medical certificate would end on the same day as the consultation with the bone specialist, who would provide another certificate if needed to continue justifying his absence. My father was speechless, and seeing that the doctor was waiting for a response, he could only nod in agreement. After everything was said, he left the clinic with the certificate that he would have to take to the company and prescriptions for medication that would help alleviate the pain, not all of it, but enough to allow him to sleep. "What happened next? You can't leave me hanging like tha
No, I don't want to tell him about my book right now. I point to the entrance of the house and tell him that we can finish the story over a cup of coffee, and that if he gets bored at any point, he should let me know because once I start remembering the pain my father went through, I don't stop. Even though there were also happy moments, like the ones I'm sharing now, they deserve everything and more. There were both sad and glorious moments, and Adal needed to know that I was willing to do anything for them, not just marry for a contract. I was willing to give my life for them. + I was convinced by him, and we entered the house. For a moment, we put aside the guilt of going after Lucero following her breakup with her fiancé, and stayed in the kitchen to talk a little about my father's condition. He insisted that I tell him about the stage my father went through to know his final health state. We stayed with our father, and the days passed with four to six injections that needed t
My father kept his eyes closed and after receiving the electroshock, the doctor asked him if he felt any discomfort. My father's unexpected response was, "I don't feel anything." What? How could he not feel anything? The doctor just inserted very thin needles through the skin into the muscle. According to the doctor, the needles detect the electrical activity released by the muscles. Yes, as far as my eyes can see, the activity appears on the monitor and can be heard clearly through a speaker. The exam lasted an hour, and in the end, my father did not feel any of the electroshock given by the doctor. Again, we returned to the room where my father was, and we were not given the results at that time. The doctor said that the results would be available in a couple of hours. So, we continued to wait. "No, please, I want to know the results already. Don't make me suffer. Hey, can I know what you ate while you were there?" "My father shared the food they gave him with me, you know, sick
That was enough for him to turn around and leave, leaving me alone with her. The first thing I did when he left was to put the dog on the floor and then go for her. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her roughly towards the bedroom. She reeked of alcohol, and I wasn't her mother to scold her, but I was her friend to tell her that drinking was not the way to forget her troubles. She complained while I scolded her and told her that the whole apartment was a mess, and while she was in the bathtub, I would make sure the whole place sparkled. As we entered the bedroom, I let go of her, went to the bathroom, and quickly turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub. While I waited for it to fill up, I went back to the bedroom and told Lucero to start undressing because it wasn't a request for her to take a shower, it was a demand. She laughed and protested, saying she couldn't believe I was with her, that she thought that message on her social media wouldn't reach me since I didn't have a pho
"No, don't make me call Adal to help me with all this mess. I don't know how many employees he'll call to assist me, but neither of us will allow you to choose alcohol over eating and taking care of yourself. You're crazy if you think you'll walk over my dead body. Now, go back to bed, I won't take long to clean up and bring you breakfast, or you can order food, whatever it is, just not alcohol, noooo. I become tough, and she notices it, of course. She has no choice but to withdraw her arm slowly from my hand and whisper to me for the box of my cellphone. I point to my bag on the couch, correction, at the bottom of the couch, as the feathers are on top of it. Before she gets stressed, I go for it. "I'll order food, and please take care of that demon. I wouldn't mind exterminating it; it would even be a favor to the universe," she snaps, and I don't say anything because she's right. I'm the one to blame for bringing that indomitable animal. I head towards the couch, quickly finding
+GISELA+ "Thank you, everything was delicious," I moaned. "Now everything is in its place, the only thing I need to do is bring the feathers, so they can be put in good celestial covers. I promise I'll get them back." Puff... I finished cleaning up the mess that Lucero and the cursed devil dog had caused in the apartment. Cleaning the living room and kitchen took me forty-five minutes, then I attended to the young man who came to deliver the Chinese food. It was more than obvious that I wasn't going to miss out on such a meal, so I took the packaged food that the women from the house had given me and put it in the refrigerator. I took the food service to Lucero's room, where I decided to stay because she didn't want to get out of bed. I can even assure you that the hangover is taking its toll on her. "No, I should be thanking you for everything you've done for me. You didn't have to come, you could have waited for me to come to your house, and I'm not saying that because of that da