Drop some beauty - translation (org. Mariana Furiasse)

Chapter II

My mother is called Nadine. Which is a name I have never found truly senseful at all. I can't understand how my grandmother could choose such a terrible name. I have never get along with my mom. That's the truth, we have never understood each other well. Aitana (my older sister) and her are so similar, and that's why I neither have a real connection with her. But, despite all; I admire my mother. Because she has been working hard, and talking care of us ever since dad have left. Obviously we have grandparents, but we have never lived with them and mama crated many solutions to raise her daughters. But even if she is the most hard-working person in the word, I would still think the same, Nadine is the exact opposite to me.

     She hates my sneakers. She hates the fact that they are eternally in my feet even though I'm getting older and older. She hates baggy clothes and long hair, women wearing no make-up and my wide hips. Mama is almost like a model, but she isn't exactly a model. When we are walking in the street, men and everybody around are looking at her. It happens the same with Aitana. They look more like sisters rather than mother and daughter. I definitely have an entire family conformed by beautiful women, and I am the only exception.

     My mother works too much, a lot. Now that we are older; she goes out with her friends. So we don't see her in the house as much as we used to. She got married when she was very young, and soon afterwards her two daughters came out to the word, so Nadine is enjoying at her earlies forties what she couldn't when she was twenty.

     I don't believe that my sister is going through something like that. She is enjoying her youth and she doesn't even spend time at home. She started university this year. She is studying Trade and Commerce. She has a lot of friends from high school and the university, and her phone is always ringing. She has many male friends, but I haven't met any boyfriend yet.

     Aitana doesn't talk about dad at all. In her mind, he doesn't exist. She is rare, she has a strong nature. She is always in a good mood, so good that nobody would feel sad around her, not even me. When she laughs, everyone laughs, we laugh, those are the moments while I feel like we are actually sisters. She has an ice gaze, just like me.

     I admit that I feel better with Aitana than my mother. Mama can be selfish sometimes, she only recognizes herself. Time by time I wonder if she actually knows me, but I doubt she does.

     My sister does. She understands very little about me and shares less time with me, but at least she knows me. When she is not okay, she usually asks me to play the violin for her. She comes to my bedroom at night while I'm reading, then she sits in my bed after giving me my violin. She hears me with her tearful eyes, sometimes I have heard her crying, but, i limit myself to play the best i can without making any comments about her. Now I am starting to realize that when Aitana listens to me playing the violin, she is actually listening to our father.