Fighting it is to overcome life, not escaping it by committing suicide. Although I know this, I do not deny that I thought about committing suicide before.
My father's case is one extreme and Carlos's case is a complete other. He is the only one who mentions my mother, but in a confused way because he is the eldest here and he hates me because I made him bear it.
Responsibility from a young age. He was the one who took care of Yesenia and William, and from a young age things began to pile up on his back. He was the one who started working, helped my father, began to spend on the house, and made Yesenia and William finish their university studies with complete comfort and choose what they wanted to study. I Only the one who tormented me with these things and did not let me do what I wanted
Because of his hateful thinking about me, how could a child be accused from a young age, that children are angels, when I was the devil in their eyes, and why the damned life did not help me and make me strong to face them. I try in every way to defend myself, but to no avail. This only makes things worse. I swallowed my saliva and was shaking when I saw Carlos. unbend
Quickly, as soon as he saw me slap her, he came towards me and he was holding my shoulder tightly, making me groan in pain, and I shrink and look at him, and my cheeks race across my cheeks, and I see his angry looks at me. I flinched at his rumbling voice as he squeezed my shoulder as if he wanted to break a bone.