𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝟭𝟳𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵.
Today is my mother Aida's turn to come.
Golden woman.
She has always supported me.
In all and for all.
She is the one who continues to give me strength.
To tell me I'll make it because I'm strong.
And I would love to believe her but you know, I don't think I'll get out of here anytime soon.
Despite all my problems, however, she has never abandoned me.
Unlike... my father.
As soon as my "father" learned that I was going to be hospitalized in a "thing for the mentally ill" he never saw us again.
He went on a rampage, he started yelling at me and I passed out in fear.
I woke up traumatized with my mother caressing me and calming me.
At one point she said that dad was gone... forever.
At that point I started crying.
"S-sorry m-mom... I-I didn't w-want to screw up e-everything..."
"Hey honey, look at me. You haven't ruined anything. You're not the wrong one here."
I remember these two sentences as if we had this conversation yesterday.
In any case, I will never be able to apologize enough.
In short, he was fine with dad.
And for my mental problems he had left her alone with... me.
Uff, why do I always have to screw it up?!
"MY LITTLE BABYYYYY AW COME HERE!!" My mother said interrupting my thoughts.
She came on me crushing everything.
"Mom! Look, I'm not 5 years old!" I told her with a broad smile on my face.
"Remember that you will always have 2 for me," my mother replied, laughing, printing a kiss on my cheek.
"So, how is my boy?" She resumed, sitting on the bed next to me.
And so it was that this afternoon too I spent with her company, talking about this and that.
When it was 7 pm, she had to leave because the visiting time was over.
And so, after my mother crushed me one last time and then left my room, I found myself alone again.
And tomorrow would be Monday.
Let's start this new shit week.