CHAPTER 53

CARL.

I'm not a photo lover, but when it comes to my son, things change.

I was in bed at 05:00 AM, the party was over. The food, the gifts, the shouting, the laughter, and the drinks, were all consummated. All that was left was tiredness and unnatural sleeplessness.

I took my cell phone and started to look at the pictures we took in the living room of my ex's aunt and uncle's house, where we were staying. Since I knew I had to leave Maracaibo, my destination would be wherever my son was, and very kindly Marco's mother's relatives offered me to stay with them, which I gladly accepted.

For a moment I thought it would make them uncomfortable since I was not married to Mark's mother and the situation could get strange, but I was very wrong, the uncles were very aware of everything, and they showed it to me. Also, I should point out that I arrived at the big house that would receive me for a few days, at least, until the new year started, and the life they lead is of another level, which a