Yo Soy El 73 Novels & Stories

(hang in there my dear it's going to be alright) I heard a small voice but gentle whispering in my head. "Summer baby? Is that you?" I ask thinking that it's my daughter though I highly doubt it. "Soy yo Selena tu compañera." (It's me Selena your mate). What?? This is incredulous. I have a mate who is not Tina??

I say, showing my 3 fingers. “How old are you?” Reyes asks. I smile and tell him to guess. Reyes' eyes move upward in thought trying to guess my age. “30?” He answered. I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck, “I look that old huh?” and smiled. “I’m only 26…” I say. “Not old, but mature,” Reyes says. “Good save” I say as the food arrives and we start digging in our food.

"And it's hot there." "How did you meet senyorito, senyorita?" she asked. "Oh, I've known him since I was young because he's Tito Sandro's best friend. They took care of me when I was still a baby," I replied. I glanced at the Vietnamese roses again and picked one to smell. "Ah, so there's a significant age gap between you two," she remarked. "I didn't know how old senyorito is." Her eyes widened at my answer. "He's 37 years old," I replied.

Me: Montreal Carlos: Canada must be awesome Me: yes, except when it's cold like now for example Carlos: it was for her that you exiled here Me: it's a gift from my grandmother, we wanted a change of scenery Carlos: and you have chosen well. How old are you without indiscretion? Me: the age of a woman does not say do you know?! Carlos: not in Brazil I laughed Me: how old are you giving me?! Carlos: I’m 20 years old for sure, but the exact age I don’t know, I’m really bad on this side Me: I'm twenty-two and soon I'll be twenty-three and you?!

==== Te quiero mucho Patricia Lorenzo - I love you so much Patricia Lorenzo Yo tambien te quiero Donald Lorenzo - I love you too Donald Lorenzo Si, de verdad nena - Yes, really babe Thanks for your patience. Enjoy

I would message him back later, because I wasn’t in the mood to speak to him right now. It was time to flick through I*******m memes for two hours before Bruce came home. I had nothing better to do, and I wasn’t tired enough to go to sleep yet. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sofia Martinez. I'm 28 years old… And you could say that I'm bored of my life.

"Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer." I gasp. "You're a writer?" He facepalms himself. "I've said too much about myself, don't you think?" I chuckle at how weird he is. "No. Just three things. You're Seven. Born on the seventh day of the seventh month. And that you're awkward coz you're a writer." "See... You know a million things about me when I know zero about you!" I giggle. "Well, coz I'm not as interesting as a man named after an actual number."

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“MY NAME is Mario De Jesus Cruz. I’m 24 years old, and the sin I’ve committed is that I defied my mother’s desires and placed her on the verge of death when I informed her I’m in a relationship with a boy,” I stated emphatically, my gaze fixed on the camera with no emotional expression.