Una locura:  Mila

Una locura: Mila

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Sasha tiene 26 años, es una chica que ha tenido bajo su control su vida, siempre sabe que debe hacer, que decir, como expresarse incluso tiene calculado las dosis necesarias para ser dulce, atenta y amable, en otras palabras, es el modelo de hija perfecta; sin embargo, conoce a un chico llamado Daniel, un chico que es más joven que ella, pero con una vida hecha un caos. El amor desgraciadamente hace su aparición, Sasha deja de ser la hija modelo para seguir al desastre de Daniel, hasta la llegada de lo que podría unirlos toda la vida o separarlos para siempre. Una historia de ficción con rasgos de verdad.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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