Chapter thirty

Luke and Naldo were at the door waiting for my return.

— She left – Naldo says, assuring me, and I believe.

— What happened there? Luke asks.

— I don't want to talk about it right now.

I shut up again and went inside. I filled a glass with water and drank. Likewise, I needed to calm down. Not only that, but I had to deal with one thing at a time. First bury my mother, and then return to the nightmare called Rebeca.

I leaned against her coffin again, and the memories came and went all the time, like darts. God at least gave me the privilege of saying goodbye to my mother. How many people couldn't have that chance? I remembered her cooking for me, my favorite food. The two of us watching movies together, the happiness on her face reading my book for the first time.

Oh mother, how you will be missed. The truth was, I never got used to it, and as I caressed her still swollen hands, I saw the cemetery men approaching, saying they needed to close the coffin.

The time for goodbye had arrived