MAYRA THE GOOD GIRLS!

empty of love

I'm doing well! she said to me with a forced smile and a tight throat.

Mayra: no you are not well let's go to a public health center please

- no, don't worry, it's okay. she told me

advanced in age she suffered from acute pneumonia my father knew this very well even knowing it he was only angry with her condition he always hit her and this all the time because under the influence of alcohol he was unrecognizable!

- where is metcha?

Mayra: with Alexandre they ride a bicycle together

-It's good . she said with a cough

Mayra: mom, how long will this situation continue? It's the same thing all the time. He hits you to death then leaves you and goes away.
Mayra: listen mom, with or without your permission we will go to a health center. All anxious I said.

so I went out to call for a taxi.

Alexandre: okay metcha I'm exhausted wow we're taking a break! OK?

Mercedes: (smile) ok... Okay, you're the boss, you're in charge. She said with a nod.

-Mayra....? hey mayra.... Hey not so fast! A concern? You look worried, what's the matter? asks me Alexandre

Mayra: Alexandre, it's mom, it's mom, she's not well, we need a taxi to take her to the hospital.

Alexandre: okay I'll take care of that, you go find your mom.
Mayra: thank you very much.

We went there and had first aid for free given our status we couldn't ask for more.

once we got back he was already there sitting waiting for us.

-where have you been? asked my father

-at least ask how your wife is doing, father

-is that what you teach your daughter Claud?

Claudia: I... we... Well.. Mayra a little restraint he's your father you owe him respect.

he raised his point to once again hit mom but there was no way I was going to let him do it so I said:
Mayra: no, daddy is waiting... Mr. Rodriguez has picked you up.
- Rodrigo? what is it? he asks
Mayra: a few minutes ago on the way back we met him.
- I go ! he said and left
-why did you lie to your father Mayra? You know as much as I do that Mr. Rodriguez is not good company. He'll come back dead drunk again. said my mother
Marya: what does that change? no matter how hard we try, he will always come back here drunk to death in a pitiful state.
-you're on medication, mom!

my father didn't come home all day, not all night, the next day or the day after that. neither and a week had already passed everything was fine and mom was already feeling better.

The day before his departure Alexandre asked to see me.

Mayra: listen metcha I'll only have a few minutes, take care of mom okay?

Mercedes: ok may I will take good care of mom don't worry goodbye kiss Alex for me okay?

Mayra: - listen mom I'm going away for a moment Alexandre wants to talk to me I'll come back straight away
(kiss).

-okay be careful Mayra, she told me

I was delighted with the news he told me. he continued his higher studies in Roua, the capital of Bsoul

-come over here (he pulled me closer) to give me a big hug

- I'm happy for you! I told him behind his back.

Alexandre: promise me to take care of you and your little sister!

Mayra: I promise you Al...

As if he knew what was going to happen to me. As if he knew the nightmare I was about to live in

Alexandre: see you soon may I love you very much when I return I hope you will still be there! Kiss metcha from me I will miss you very much

Mayra: see you soon, have a good trip Alex!

he kissed me again on the forehead and left!

back at home ! it was a nightmare! my father had already passed through with the door wide open, the objects upside down, my mother lying on the floor

Mayra: MAMAAAAAN!!!!!

(CALLS OUT)
My mother was barely breathing and my sister unconscious
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chapter 2