I let a few minutes pass while I feel my back getting wet, my son, he is one of those boys who find it difficult to say what he feels and also, he is very embarrassed to be seen crying. Albert is my little iceberg. An iceberg that is about to melt from crying so much while clinging to me. But, I let him vent. Better that than for him to hold in the pain and fear of being left without me."Are you better?" I ask when I hear her slower, more leisurely whimpers."This is so annoying." Albert says and I don't know what he's referring to specifically, but, I don't ask him to explain, I just listen to him so I know how to help my son. "I hate this. I hate that it's happening to us.""No one wants to go through this. But, I believe it has happened to us, because we can face this. God doesn't give impossible trials for his children to endure. That's why he gave us this test. Because we can face this together as a family" I say caressing the hands that are clasped tightly around my body."I d
The woman's pallor disappears for the blush that turns to her cheeks as she understands what is going on. So, I take a step toward her to clarify that I am not in a relationship with Helmut. But, apparently, he knows what I'm going to say, because he gets in my way."It's time to rest, come in, please" Helmut says and I sigh deeply."I thought you would still be running away and drinking, Mr. Baumann" I say staring at him."If you don't want me to drown my sorrows in alcohol, I won't, Mrs. Baumann" Helmut says highlighting the last name I haven't had for years."I am not the s..." I start to say, but, Helmut takes me in his arms in such a way that I must cling to his arms to keep from falling."What the hell is wrong with you!" I ask in surprise, while the pain in my head makes me hold my head with my freeing hand."You shouldn't walk so much, let alone spend your valuable time with people who are not professionals. Honey, we'd better get the kids out of that school, they seem to hire
I wake up in the middle of the night with complaints from my daughter, anguish invades me and I run to my daughter who whimpers as she moves from one side to the other. In a whisper I hear her call out to me and I plead that she is not having a crisis. "Mom, please. Mom, help me" my daughter pleads and I turn on the light, noticing how all her clothes are so wet it looks like water has been thrown on them. I quickly touch her head and how hot it is makes me take it off immediately.Desperate, I press the button to call the nurses and not feeling that they are coming quickly, I open the door to go get them. It is there when I see that Helmut is looking at something with Albert. I don't know what time it is and although I don't want to worry my son, I can't pretend everything is fine when my daughter has too much fever that can make her convulse. "Helmut, the girl is in bad shape. call her doctor fast, I need her checked now" I say with tear cloudy eyes, while my heart beats frantica
Omnipresent narratorTime passes and Aitana gradually calms down as her daughter falls sound asleep. Although she knows that it is only the beginning of a time of pain, worry invades her as she does not know if she will be able to be there for her daughter.The doctor comes out and when he tells her that he has to leave her in the intensive care unit to fight an aggressive infection, she collapses in silence. She knew what it meant, the antibiotics she had been given so much were not giving the right results and her poor immune system was not helping much in defending her body."She will be placed on the donor list, but it would be best if there is a family member who can give her the donation she needs. That way, the risk of rejection is minimized and, being a relative, she wouldn't have to wait for her turn on the long waiting list." The doctor says and Aitana sighs deeply."They already did the tests on us, not even Albert is compatible with her, how can we look for a relative, if
Helmut looked at the woman wishing she would ask, but, she only moved slightly away from him to fix her clothes. He didn't know what she was going to ask of him, but, he was willing to give it all if it would heal his daughter."You can ask for anything you wish. Don't hesitate to say so" says Helmut eager to finally have what he has been looking for over a month now."Will you give me anything? Even your fortune if I ask for it?" asks Cleotilde and Helmut doesn't hesitate."Anything you wish. If it is in my power to give it to you, I will give it to you. Just... agree to let my daughter have the transplant" says Helmut."Even if I ask you to stay away from the lady and the children?" asks Cleotilde and Helmut hesitates for brief seconds."If that will give Aitana peace of mind and my daughter will no longer suffer, I will do it.""Are you sure you wouldn't go back on your word?" asks Cleotilde doubting his answer."Isn't this what a father does? One must sacrifice oneself for the sak
While Helmut was running, Albert was leaving the house after having private lessons paid for by Helmut, who made it clear to him that he would not be returning to his school. He had cooked with Eugene in the morning several nutritious meals for his mother. So, together they were getting into the car as Albert smilingly looked at the lunch box he had prepared for his mother and some juices for his sister, which was the only thing they would let him take into the intensive care unit."Do you think my mother will like it?" asks Albert feeling unsure."I think she'll like it," says Eugene as he drives in the direction of the hospital."I hope she will like it. Mom has lost a lot of weight and I'm worried" says Albert very distressed.The ride is short, so, they quickly get on the elevator heading to his mother's room, where several nurses are outside while someone yells something that no one can make out."What's going on?" asks Albert and Eugene shrugs not knowing what's going on."Let'
Helmut's joy disappears completely and sitting next to his son, he listens to what his son has to say. Although he tries to prepare himself for the worst, hearing that he doesn't recognize him, makes him realize that no amount of preparation would be enough."What should we do?" asks Albert wishing his father would give him an adult answer that would help him feel better about his mother's condition."I don't know" whispers Helmut as lost as his son.The two looked at sleeping Aitana as Eugene ordered several of Helmut's men to set up a new bed for Aitana to sleep comfortably. Three hours passed father and son, looking at the woman who looked too pale, but calm.Neither of them knew what to do or say, but they did not feel uncomfortable sitting next to each other. Because, only they felt the same way. The two of them had had a connection that even in Eugene's years with Aitana, he could not have.Because of that, only they could understand each other in a way that words would not allo
Several wolves were looking for little Joel while Cleotilde prepared to leave. The order from her boss was clear and therefore, she had to hurry. Her son's disappearance, however, worried her.Joel had always been like that. He hid himself by claiming to be invisible. He was barely two years old when he hid in the laundry basket where, luckily, Cleotilde heard him when he tried to lift it. As he got older, his hiding places got better, some up on the roof, some in the bushes and his favorite, in the air duct. There was no way he was going to stop doing it and so they just decided to keep an eye out for anything they would use for fear of hurting him if they didn't notice him. However, this time it felt different and so, she couldn't stay calm. Wanting to know what was going on with her son, she howled wishing her husband would give her information on her son, but, he too had not found Joel."What should I do, should I stay or should I go?" asks Cleotilde when a car pulls up and out
Fifteen years laterThe world continued its course, my pack had been consolidated thanks to Ariana's contributions. Albert, today he was returning home after fourteen years studying at the academy. Although he always saw for special dates or the anniversary of his mother's death, this time his return was different, because he saw to stay.Ariana gave orders to her people, while I had become a gardener who kept the garden where Aitana rests beautiful. Although to be honest there is little I have to do, because the islanders take turns every few hours to take care of the flowers and bring new ones in honor of the woman who fought to the end.So, I am almost all the time exercising, answering Ariana's tough questions so my brain doesn't rust and going to medical checkups at the insistence of my children.But, today, I would not be the boring man in his monotonous routine, today I would see my son. That one who had succeeded in that academy that now had t
Everyone on the island begins to show their respect for Aitana, while I watch as everything we experience here passes like a few seconds in a trailer. Remembering how I despised her and she wanted to leave here, throwing herself out of a window, makes me realize how much we have changed.Because it is in this place where she wanted to escape from, where she now wants to be forever. One by one they leave, leaving only Cleotilde's family and my closest men, those who knew our story.The night arrives and the castles are illuminated, at Aitana's request, we enter the one that was my castle, where the memories of my mistakes slap me so hard that I find it complicated to continue, however, a warm hand is placed on my hand and invites me to continue."Collect all the pain in here, I want to take it with me." Aitana says and I swallow hard."Aitana...""I am an expert in bearing pain, let me pick up all that pain clinging to those memories, I will take them with me
Six months laterWe had spent the time the doctors had given Aitana and although I wish that was the sign that they had made a mistake with the diagnosis, that was not the case. She had gotten much worse. So much that it hurt.There were times when she didn't remember who she was, others, where she didn't know how to move and at some, she would become so violent as she screamed for them to end her life. She would vomit, many times she would soil herself because she couldn't even warn them.Other times, she would wake up not knowing how to talk and with each step, her brain cancer would take over so much that we had to put the videos and photos we had taken on each walk, because many times she was suspicious even of the children.Today, for example, she did not speak, she did not move, it seemed that she was in a vegetable state, but, it was because her brain was barely functioning, being invaded by a tumor that looked like something full of spikes that were even
We had to let go and I was glad that even remembering all that we had lived and not remembering how well we had spent these months traveling, she decided to move forward. I couldn't say that I decided without knowing what I was doing, because Aitana knew it and I was glad she didn't hold a grudge."I want to leave here. I want us to resume our family trip today" Aitana says and I try to process what's going on."I understand, we will be leaving today" I say trying to get up."Although I don't remember what happened these past few months, there are pictures that give me an idea of it. Also, a few days ago, I had started to write down my thoughts of what I had experienced and although I left a general idea of what I had experienced, I know that I have enjoyed it. That we have been happy" says Aitana and I nod."We really have been. Even though we have measured time, we've spent time being happy the four of us." I murmur and she holds out her hand, which I take.
I could not understand what was going on. The woman who had been hostile when I asked her to come back, was now kissing me. I didn't understand what was going on and although I wanted to kiss her, I pulled away feeling that I was taking advantage of her confusion."Is something wrong?" asks Aitana and I stick closer to the back of my seat, to be away from her."I don't want you because of your mental confusion to feel like I'm taking advantage of you by kissing you" I say and she smiles."I'm the one who started the kiss.""But, I have my memories and I know you didn't agree to come back with me before the surgery or after you didn't have all your memories of the past like you do now." I murmur and she smiles."You are so cautious now. You don't look like the man who kissed me on our wedding day, just because I had another man's scent near me" she murmurs.I immediately, blush for having been so bold knowing I had a curse that could have killed he
The following dayWe had not been able to leave Amsterdam as we had planned, because Aitana was still not awake. Fortunately, the doctors said it was exhaustion that had her sleeping and not something serious.Exhausted from almost no sleep, thinking that she would wake up, I go out to have some coffee and with the computer working on the door of her room, I wait for the hours to pass. However, I have barely managed to sit up in the chair, when I hear a groan.Fearing that something bad has happened in my absence, I open the door to the room, which makes my legs weaken. The woman, who had not woken up, moans slightly as she tries to get up."I'll help you" I say running to her.Gingerly, I help her to sit up and I stand watching her, waiting for a scolding for allowing her to fall, an apology for scaring us or anything. I don't care if it's an insult, what matters to me, is that she speaks.That she tells my mind that she's alive. Because just seeing he
After the words he had said, the boys tried to be strong, but, again they walked away and in front of the pulpit they cried begging for strength to face this, I felt the same way.In silence I cried and when we ran out of energy, we looked at each other and I felt it, the connection of father and sons had been formed, there was no way for anyone in the world to deny or doubt that they were my sons, because this calamity, had consolidated the attempts of connection that in the past had been tried to be made.Something good had happened among so much suffering, but, I did not like the way it had happened. It was painful, we were united, but, it was painful to see my children suffer and me not being able to do something to be able to alleviate their pain."What should we do now?" asks Albert"Show strength to their mother. She suffers a lot, but, she keeps it quiet because she doesn't want you to realize what is happening. But, she didn't want to do that
The hours pass and we are finally allowed to see Aitana after several tests were done and confirmed that she was out of danger. Relief overcomes us and the boys thank God audibly as they wait to see their mother.Happy that my children are not violent like me, we advance to the room where the woman is still not awake. The doctor watches me and I understand that the time to know everything is now.So, I nod for the doctor to come to us and help me to tell what is happening with Aitana. Because I know that alone I can't and I can't disturb more Aitana who tries to look strong, although she suffers a lot."Guys..." I say calling their attention, after they both take their mother's hand, to then kiss this or her forehead."Is something wrong?" asks Albert when he sees that the doctor doesn't leave."I want you to hear your mother's health report. But, before that, I want you to tell me something, are you guys tough guys?" I ask and they look at each other"
I felt that the hourglass that showed me that I had little time left with Aitana, had run out of time from one moment to the next and it was all someone's fault. So, I run towards the people trying to run away from me.Seeing how they run, the desire to hunt takes over me and I run transforming myself into the wolf that never loses a prey. The beast that appeared when the curse caused me to only see my prey to kill it.I run after my prey and many people present scream when they see me turn into an animal, but, I don't care about that. My wife had been hurt and they had to pay for it. Without any fear that the man would die on the spot. I throw myself at him and he falls down with his face looking up at me."S-sir, please. Don't hurt me" the man says in a whisper, while in his gaze there is a fear I can't describe, the only thing that surprises me is that he didn't wet his pants because of the fear he feels.He knew how to do it. Just one bite, one scratch and hi