Where Love is Reborn

It’s been a while since I left home to enjoy a movie or simply take pictures at the mall. Ethan says I wouldn’t even be able to prostitute myself on the street, since no man would want such a thin woman with such an ugly body. At first, I believed he said it just to try to attack me when we fought, who does not speak shit at the time of anger?! But now I realize that he really thinks these things and it makes me want to die, I wanted to be good enough for his love. I know it seems like I protect him, even after the assaults, but he was once a good man. At first he helped me with the lack of money and my problem with self-esteem, this should count as something good. I fell in love as soon as I looked into his beautiful green eyes, his black shoulder-length hair enchanted me, the pose he had was confident and quite attractive, his skin was so white that when I smiled at him I could notice the red coloring on his cheeks. In high school, I suffered a lot of racism, since I was the only

I catch him without thinking twice and leave the room. To prevent lock the door, will know if he wakes up and I’m still here. I pull my suitcase to the exit and get out as soon as possible of this house that only behind bad memories. I take an Uber to the bus station further away, when I get to my destination, some people stare at me curious, the pain of blows, I can walk just limping and yet my ribs scream. I see that the bus bound for Canada has arrived and buy a ticket to Toronto, is a big city and far from New York. I hope I can survive in a completely unknown country.*FOUR MONTHS LATER* I’ve been in Canada for four months now and to be honest, the experience has been horrible. Once I got my work visa, which fortunately took only three months to leave, I got a job as a waitress, but I did not stay long, since the owner decided to retire and travel the world. I was lucky to get my visa that fast, but it helped the country to be short of workers, since the retirement rate is incre

— Hi, I’m Katherine Amarantt. I think I spoke to you on the phone a couple days ago. I came for the job interview. I try to smile as friendly as possible and I hope I’m not looking crazy. It’s too early for me to be spontaneous.- Oh, yes! Mr. Belmontt is on the twentieth floor, but it was not with me that you spoke, certainly with his secretary. The girl returns my smile and puts her hair behind her ear. She is so beautiful that I got a twinge of envy, her red hair look beautiful in contrast to the sun, the freckles on her face make her a cute footprint, but the blue eyes give a more "sexy" and confident look. When I absorb what she said I get a fright, what do you mean "Mr. Belmontt"? Business owners don’t usually do that service.- Mr Belmontt? -He owns the company, right? He’s going to interview me? Isn’t that the secretary I spoke to?! I shoot several questions at once and feel the distress return. The woman just laughs at my despair, which makes me quite ashamed. Fuck, is it

The cotton candy is so close, I just need to stretch just a little bit and feel the sugar melting in my mouth. Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it... When I am a few inches from my goal, I hear a loud, annoying noise and start to fall. I scream as loud as I can and try to stretch my arms to hold on to the cotton candy, but it’s too late, the best invention of gastronomy is gone... I wake up in a jump and feel my head hurt, put my hand in place and Aliso in an attempt to ease the pain. I notice that I’m sitting on the floor and realize that I fall and hit my head somewhere, since I feel some liquid wet my fingers, I just hope I don’t get migraine. I hear again the noise that made me come out of my dream and I notice my cell phone vibrating on the coffee table, huff of anger and stretch to get the phone. I answer without looking whose number and yawn sleep.- Hello, who is it? I ask trying not to yawn again, my mother always says that it is rude to yawn while talking to people

By noon, I had already cleaned more than half of my share, much to my relief. I go to the bathroom and change again, put my bag on one of my shoulders and go to Anastasia’s table. The closer I get, the louder her voice is on the phone, as the conversation seems important, when I arrive at the reception, I sit on the couch and wait until she finishes the call. It takes a few moments and the phone is turned off.- Finally it’s lunchtime, I’m starving. She picks up the black bag and walks around the counter gracefully.- I’m also hungry and tired. I get up from the couch and follow her to the large main elevator.- Good food will cheer you up, I’m sure. The woman turns smiling at me and enters the elevator that was already on our floor, realize that we are in the main elevator and do not even enter. I don’t want any trouble on my first day.- I go in the employee elevator, I don’t want any trouble on my first day. I say turning to her and heading t