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BLANCA POV.
February 14, 2015.
Mom had already been in the clinic for almost a week, it hurt me a lot to know that she was suffering from a disease called cancer which was slowly killing her.
February 15, 2015
I find myself in a small room with papa. He says it's time for mom to rest in peace.
Papi hasn't stopped crying, we were leaving Mass, the moment came, my aunt Lila whispered, Papi's sister.
February 14, 2016.
It's been a year since my mother's death. I have already turned 15 and today I start working at the OXXO of a friend of Artur's.
2 YEARS LATER
-Hey stupid awake I want my breakfast ready in five minutes.
I hear my lord father yelling from the kitchen of the house. In all this time my life has taken a 180º turn. Now I am the one who maintains the house, my father, if I can call him that, has become a drink addict and sometimes loses control and hits me for the simple fact of having a great resemblance to my mother.
I got rid of my sheets and stretched a bit, looked at my watch and it was exactly four in the morning.
-Fuck .. the night was short for someone-Before I hear Artur's screams again I leave my room, I get to the kitchen and I find that it is a mess full of empty and half-filled beer bottles. Yesterday was December thirty-first SIIII HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!! notice my emotion. Artur, as always, celebrates to the point of losing consciousness. To be the start of a new year, I spent it working at Mike's bar. I already have very little money to be able to admit my father to the addiction clinic.
-Dad is already breakfast- I shouted from the kitchen, I prepared some toast, orange juice and some eggs with ham. I look at the kitchen clock-Hell-I run straight to my room I have to be at work at seven in the morning, I take off my pajamas and go into my bathroom.
I leave wrapped in a towel on my body and another in my hair. I put on my uniform which consists of black pants and a red polo shirt that has OXXO written on it, I make a high ponytail and leave my room, grab the keys to the house and my cell phone, I look at my watch on my wrist it's six o'clock In the morning, I catch air- well Blanca, for a walk, you can't give yourself the pleasure of going by bus- I almost forgot, today I am turning seventeen. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!