The older ones and those with children were talking to each other. The sun had set not long ago, so the night was still early and there were lights in the garden. So I looked at the children who were playing and having fun and their mothers were telling them not to dirty their clothes. My pain increased as I looked at them. I had never tried this when I was young and no one took me out at that time. My father was at work most of the time, and Carlos would take William and Yesenia and bring them to these places, and I
I was the youngest child, and I was left at home with the nanny who came temporarily to take care of us and cook for us, and she would go to this day. I still remember that it was time for her to go. She would not care about me, even if there was no one in the house. The important thing was for her to go out and leave me alone in the house and close the door. I stay alone and wait for them, and when they come they don't care that I was left alone and ignored. I was young. My father is the one who drives us to school and brings us here. I was threatened that if I was late a second, I would be left at the school door and there would be no one to take me. Oh my God, my heart hurts. They They don't have mercy, but I'm not like them. One time, Carlos got sick and had to be taken to the hospital, and everyone went with him except me. I don't forget how I stayed that night crying in my room for fear that something would happen to him.
I was not calm until I heard the nanny say that they were coming home on the second day, and she started preparing the house because they were going to arrive. I snuck into his room at night after everyone had slept, and I did not rest until I saw him well and asleep and I went out, but this does not apply to when I am sick.
By these thoughts I do not mean to hate them, especially my father. No, no, no matter what happens to me, they are my family. It is enough for me that they are well. My heart cannot hate them, no matter what I did when they came to me.
Thoughts of wishing something would happen to them. I used to spend the whole night crying because I was afraid that my thoughts would happen. I understand that it is difficult for them to grow up without their father, and it is very difficult for me, but their accusing me of being the one who caused her death is the only thing I hate about them, but that's okay. I hope that They stay well without my presence. I wish them well and that no harm will happen to them. I don't know if I will tell them again, but it doesn't matter. This is better for them because my presence hurts them. Another thing, but it doesn't matter. This is better for them because my presence hurts them.
Seemingly
Castro eagerly: Aloria I quickly turned to face Castro, who brought me out of my thoughts, and I got up and headed towards him as he moved towards me, and I threw myself on top of him and surrounded him and put my head on his chest and unleashed my tears and cried as he pulled me into him and calmed me down and told me that... Calm down, and I can hear his already troubled breathing. Oh God, help me. Time passed and I calmed down with his words. He pulled me away from him, and he looked at me and swallowed my saliva. He took my bag that I had with me and we headed to his simple car. Castro did not have it.
He has a really big income, he works, and I met him when I went out one day and he saw me crying on the beach and he sat consoling me. He stays with his colleague in shared housing. This is his car. He had collected a lot to buy it, and when it left...
We eat in simple places, but I don't mind this despite the difference in classes between us, meaning we are in good condition, my father works, and Carlos and we have enough for us, but that does not matter. The important thing is someone who understands me. I got in the car and he did, and I heard him say and he calmed me down.
Castro: Don't cry, stop, I came here
Aloria: I apologize for bothering you, but there is no one to call except you
Castro: Are you crazy to apologize? You know that I am always here for you
Aloria: Thank you, Castro, and now where do I go, there is no place for me
Castro: Don't worry, everything is fine. Let's go to a hotel and stay there for a few days. Then my roommate will travel to his family, and you can come to his place, and after that, if you want to work, you are free.
I looked at him through my tears and I am grateful to him, oh my God, how much he is helping me. Yes, I will not return when I settle down. I will look for a job and work there to help him with matters of shared housing and stay by his side. He is the only one who did not leave me in this state. He has always stood by me since I met him. He did not comment on my family matters, he only cared about consoling and supporting me
To become stronger. I don't know why they hate him and detest his presence by my side. I think it's because he takes the weight off my chest. Oh my God, they don't want me to rest, and no one understands me. I really can barely control myself now, and I'm holding back my tears because I'm on the verge of explosion, and if I do, I'll never calm down after that. She said in a low voice, crying
Aloria: Where do you get the money to stay at the hotel? I have nothing
Castro: Don't worry, I received my salary a while ago