Two weeks laterTime passes extremely slowly in these four walls, making my stay feel much longer and more mortifying. Fortunately, I have neither heard from Mr. Mordashov nor has he approached me.Since, thanks to the recordings of the confrontation, Mr. Mordashov has had certain problems that besides keeping him busy, prohibit him from being near any of us and that's great.Camilo's mother has been looking out for everyone and has also continued the process so that we don't get killed, leaving us in Mr. Mordashov's hands. She and the mother of the other boys are the ones who have been there for me. Since, my majestic mother has not reported.No doubt, she is one of a kind.My uneasiness increases as I learn that she has really abandoned us in every sense of the word. But I don't let myself be affected, when the last thing I need is to suffer for someone who doesn't care about me.The door opens and in walks Mrs. Camilo, who smiles at me as she arrives."How are you little one?""I ho
I try to push away the thousands of unknowns that appear in my mind and continue my attention on my mother's letter.'It hurts me to know that the time the doctors gave me does not exceed a month and that no matter how hard I tried to get money for you and that your father would not harm you, it was not enough and now all my efforts were limited to not taking advantage of the time I have left with you and to look for someone you could stay with who would protect you from the monster that is your father.Days before he came to me to tell me that he would take you with him and when I objected he threatened to kill me. I angrily confronted him and only succeeded in getting him to hit me and then harm you by meeting with you.He beat me badly to the point of leaving me in a clinic all this time, so, I couldn't go to you to protect you, so I pretended that he won while I made my last move to protect you. Now, I just hope that what I did, for the first time in life is the best thing for you.
We leave my room and head for the elevator. Since not all of us will be allowed to enter, only Mrs. Hernandez, David and I head for the morgue.With pain in my whole being, I feel the fervent fire that lies in me and comes out of these new wounds that are about to destroy me.How could this be possible, at what point did it all become a fucking nightmare?I would like to say that I don't know since when everything changed for the worse and that I can't imagine suffering. But knowing that it was my father who provided us with everything and that it was because of him that we moved, it was more than clear that we were going to suffer. I just didn't imagine so much.Why are there people who are as cruel as the one I should call my father?Thousands of questions run through my mind as we arrive at our destination, but all questions disappear, when I remember why I am there. At the door is clearly the man in the room we have to enter, so there is no need to ask the obvious. So, in we go."G
I am aware of what he wants, but I cannot give it to him. I would like to please him by being with him in this thing that hurts us both, but I cannot.For me, pain is felt alone, so you can scream, destroy yourself, curse and want to die without someone questioning you. Only this way, you feel that no matter how much crap you believe or do, you can't drag someone into this."I...I'm sorry" I whisper finally leaving."Sofia!" shouts Mrs. Hernandez."Leave her alone. It's better for her to suffer alone." whispers David behind my back.That's not better for me, it's better for everyone.I leave the morgue and take the elevator to the top floor. The slowness of the machine increases my discomfort as I cry silently. Several people get on the elevator on some floors, but fortunately they don't bother me because of the way I feel.The elevator goes up to the eighteenth floor, while the rooftop is above the twentieth floor. So, with no other choice I take the stairs, which affect me a lot acco
Days laterThe days pass quickly, the boys recover a little more, while David and my mother's friend make the necessary arrangements. I am aware that the boys and Aninka have come here many times to give me encouragement for all that is going on. However, how can you feel better when your mother was the one who died?Yes, it's selfish of me to leave all the burden to my brother. But I really can't do it, I can't do it myself. The only thing I can do is pretend I'm not dying, while I travel to America to bring Mom's remains to my grandparents' grave.This being so sudden for us, it only occurred to us to take our mother to a place where she would not be alone. So, we took her to that space of land in the cemetery, which belongs to us. That's where my mother's parents are, so she won't be alone.Clearly, making this trip is expensive and the kids couldn't come and miss school. So, it's just David, Camilo's mother and my mother's best friend. And it's better this way, breaking down even m
Someone moves me from one side to the other, trying to wake me up."Sofia, I am aware that you need to rest. But my mother sent me to tell you that you have half an hour to get ready for the trial" Camilo informs me and I nod."Okay, I'll be right down.""And I tell you to fix yourself up as best you can. You need to look pitiful, but also beautiful. So, take that into account when choosing your wardrobe, okay?" he asks me and I nod without understanding what he wants.Still exhausted, I get up and head to the bathroom where I take a hot shower to clear my mind and not die of sleep. I quickly take a bath, as I don't have much time, and put on the warmest clothes I have as it's many degrees below zero. Tired and not wanting to do anything per se, I leave my room to find everyone waiting for me to come out."It's good that you are already here. Now we can go and convict that bad man" says Michael quite excited and everyone nods sharing his excitement."Alright, get in the cars if you rea
My brother, who is next to me, takes my hand and squeezes it tightly making me remember that we are in this together.Camilo's mother and his lawyer are the ones who move forward and take their places as plaintiff's lawyers while we all sit behind them waiting to testify.A policeman appears and stands in front of the place where the judge will sit."I ask you all to stand to receive Judge Kim. Who will be in charge of making the judgment in this case."We all stand up and see a gentleman enter and sit down in front of everyone. The man, introduces himself and with that, the trial begins where the lawyer defending who claims to be my father, states that his representative has been the victim of altered evidence and damages that he has not done.'So unheard of and really dumb if anyone believes it' I say to myself mentally."I request to pass my client to state his version of his facts and it will be you who will notice that he is a victim of malicious persons." says his defense attorne
Like many times before, the man hits her and she tries to defend herself. But he beats her in strength and that is why, he leaves her almost unconscious on the floor."That is an altered video. Like all the others they created to damage my image" she answers for sure."Ok. Then let's see some more" says the lawyer.That's when a neighbor appears on the scene, sees my mother and calls for help."That woman you see there, Mr. judge and jury. She was the woman who more than once helped the deceased woman who many times needed medical attention to regain consciousness.>> And she will be one of my witnesses who can assure you that this video was not altered. Therefore, I now call Mrs. White who came with several proofs that not only confirm Mr. Mordashov's mistreatment of his wife, but also of his children and even towards her when she tried to protect the children from his violence."With those words, the peace of mind of that man and his lawyer, disappear. They know they are in danger."