—————————————————————————RE: NGOFrom: richard@hotmail.comSent: Saturday, November 3, 2012 09:03:45To: Dalia Penedo Salazar (daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com)Hello Dalia,This is Richard, we met in Africa. I'm sending this email because I have a project that I know is closely related to you. It's an NGO whose objective is to help the children of Africa. Like you, they are in great need of support.The NGO will have a stronger presence in Guinea, where, as you saw, children are most affected by child malnutrition, abandonment, and lack of education. One of the goals is to establish agreements with three orphanages, as well as build a school, a health center, and a food supply facility. The NGO will also collaborate with various other social projects, including Lac Rose (Senegal), Mali, Mozambique, and Cape Verde.I would like you to be part of this initiative, serving as our manager, helping to turn this dream into a reality. In two weeks, I'll be in Barcelona negotiating with a pote

I face my alarm clock, indicating that my day is starting and that Carlos must have already left for Lisbon. I couldn't sleep thinking about the argument I had with Carlos and how our relationship has reached the point where I'm seriously considering divorce. But the way things are, we can't go on if he's really going to stay in Lisbon... what will become of us? I look at his side of the bed and slowly run my hand over the sheets as tears start to fall again. I take a deep breath, wipe away my tears, and then go to the bathroom, where I take a shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair, putting it up in a bun as I observe the tired-faced woman reflected in the mirror. It seems like I've aged ten years overnight. I need to pick myself up... I need to pick myself up... I leave my room and go to my son's.I enter Juan's room, turn on the light, and I'm startled; my son isn't in his crib. I walk over to the crib to make sure I closed it properly, and then I head to the bathroom when I notic

So the big day has arrived, I would finally meet the main financier of the NGO MAMA AFRICA, and if he does indeed provide financial assistance, our NGO will soon be helping the children of Lac Rose and other places in Senegal to have a better future. I spent the sleepless night thinking of ways to express my gratitude, an inspiring speech, something that would come close to my gratitude and convince him to continue funding us. My alarm clock tries to do its job, but I'm faster and turn it off. Carlos turns to my side and hugs me."Where are you going, love?" my husband asks, still with his eyes closed. "It's still early...""I have a lot of things to do today. I need to stop by the salon, go to Filomena's house, and then meet with the person who will kickstart MAMA AFRICA. Without him, our NGO wouldn't exist.""Dalia, the NGO wouldn't exist if it weren't for you. He's just betting on something that has already proven successful and will be a success.""Thank you for your support, love,

We finished lunch and left towards headquarters. I will drive, Filomena reluctantly accepted, to go ahead and the X, like a true gentleman, went behind. He straightens out his beige suit and sits right in the middle, forcing me to always stay in my field of vision in the rearview mirror, a real son of a bitch. As soon as we arrived at the Villa the gaze of admiration of X upon seeing the house gives me full satisfaction, reminding me that he is the financier of all this. I turn to him to invite him to take a tour of the NGO.— Come, I want you to know everything. - says Filomena, holding X’s hand and pulling him in. I take a deep breath, but my blood boils when I see that scene.—If you don’t mind, I’d rather it be the Dalia, because Richard told me she’s in charge of the project.- says X stopping in the middle of the way and turning in my direction. — Do you mind showing the place?— No, of course not. - I reply walking towards them.We go through the rooms and in each of them, I wil

***I put a little more concealer on top of my dark circles. In no way, Filomena can know that I spent the night without sleep, and it was not because of Carlos. I keep my mirror in my bag and wait for Filomena to show up and go to work with me. In a few minutes, she appears and I hold my breath. The advantage of being friends for a long time is that I always know when she got what she wanted with men. I watch closely as I pray that she doesn’t run her hands through her hair... damn it... don’t look both ways with her smile loose... Damn it!... Do not come towards me and shrug your shoulders giving a light run while opening the door of my car with the face of who did it.... DAMN!— Friend!- says Filomena getting in the car. She turns to me with the biggest smile in the universe, waiting for me to ask about her night with X.— So, how was it? - I ask discouraged as I go out with the car.I have no interest in knowing how was the night of sex of the two. Yeah, sex, 'cause they’re two wi