6:00 am the alarm does not stop torturing my head I raise my right hand to turn off the alarm in my bedside table, 6:50 am and I was ready to go to my high school but before I have to give medicine to my mother lorena, she is very sick, really should be in a hospital but we do not have enough money for all the necessary treatments, my work barely reaches us for rent and cans of instant soups.
Lorena-daughter, you're going to be late, do not worry about me
Camila-Yes mom dont worry I'm ready I only give you your medicine
Lorena-daughter thank you for your help and I'm sorry you should not take care of me I'm the one that should be supporting you and taking care of you
Camila-that you are softening breast I am perfectly fine, realy you dont have to worry about anything (said this while I realized the little medicine that was in the bottom of the small container, a tear spilled on my cheek had no money to buy more but how will you tell your mother, your support and the last person that you have left, that the only thing that keeps her alive is running out and there is no money for more at that moment I felt a hand caressing mine gently and tenderness look at her and listen to her sweet voice.
Lorena-everything will be fine dont worry everything will be fine.
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Your mind is your own jail.
Сучасна прозаIt's about Camila Smith a 17 years old girl that lives in Manhattan New York, At her joung ate she have to confront the world by her, Self alone in this lonely, bad, and dangurous world. Camila will discover four thing 1.You are not alone in this wo...
