I just remembered the day I lost my child. I told them all but they could not help my grief. I needed someone to listen to me and to share my pain. No one could. They got away and the ones who stayed were happily staring at me, watching the way I was enduring the loss, and I just smiled as nothing had happened. She was carrying my husband's child and I didn't know. Bloody Ana! Betrayal in its grossest way! But I happily didn't know and had just lost my baby. Luis, the dreadful spouse, had made any witness from the birth disappear, any toy, every baby suit any diaper had disapeared from the room I had so gladly furnished... Vile guy who was expecting a child from his cousin's wife... I didn't know that at that time...
When I could be by myself and cry my heart out, I stayed in bed for more than 2 weeks, fighting with inner ghosts. The villain was too busy to keep me company. I was all alone, lost in time, until the longing for survival became stronger than the darkness I was in.
Twenty one years after, I'm here, alive, keeping company to the new child I deeply love.
The vile guy? He is living somewhere with a vile wench who is, simultaneously, a guy and a girl... How precious... ;)
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