C7

"Is everything ready, Margaret?" —Mom asked from the bedroom, today was the day I had to leave for California and my parents were exaggerating too much, as if this was a one-way trip.

—Wait a minute—I told her as I put everything in my small suitcase and in a brown handbag, I didn't have much in terms of clothes, I wasn't the typical girl who was characterized by provocative clothes and stuff.. I was the old-fashioned way, better, that way I went unnoticed from those morbid looks.

The day was quite sunny and I liked days like that.

—Lend here—Dad received my bags when he saw me go down with difficulty swaying from one side to another—I think we're going in time for you to take the bus—we left the house going to the garage.

I took one last look at my little place, that same place that witnessed many things, but that today I would have to leave behind, I put a hand to my chest full of nostalgia. I had never separated from my parents or from home, for a girl who suffered from anxiety thi