Today is. So simple. It was absent, elusive.
Slides for your home while looking forward to start again the week.
goes from living room to the kitchen, from kitchen to study. It entertains cleaning a little library, finally gets to put in bags videos of his life. Those who helped the girls to dream. Entertained them when they stopped in their daily work. But now out of fashion, they changed for DVDs and also because there is video player to enter when these come forward. To complete the nostalgia, the film will, but not the format. The
was keeping one by one and with every gesture reminded the girls that were once ... His princess, his gums strawberries, their treasures stored in a dam.
Unintentionally, a tear slipped down her face. The past was beautiful, pure gold, a rough diamond polished with dedication and perseverance. No longer are the girls. They are. Two people willing to be outsiders. She, who spent sleepless nights to watch them sleep when babies do not hear them breathing. Or when the fever was upset. Or when they started going out at night and spent time looking anxious to see them go home. Today
sliding around the house. He is big, empty but is not wanted to go to life. Cling to these walls where you feel hijacked. But there is no kidnapper ... or maybe yes.
Perhaps the abductor a dream. One that has been done. That has no hope of being a reality. And that dream is here in these four walls, nestled in the corners, loose, dissolved, and no possibility of life.
Life. Yours always given to those who most want. willing to support when it can. has fought hard to make this possible. Left home early to work. Evenings devoted to children and their chores, extracurricular activities, homework, baths, dinner, hugs and laughter before turning off the light and let the elves to sit down on their pillows.
Collect dinner, prepare a washing machine, sit and have a tea and watch TV with her husband next door. Tell you how was the day at work, I discussed with the colleagues, disagreements with the boss . .. She talked and talked, but each night without hearing words was not made reference to the girls. Feeling then empty hand of a woman. But no matter, I had a life full of laughter. The uproar of his daughters cover all your need and lack of feeling alive in other parts of women.
Every night, he let his adrenaline body sex format. Sometimes, she even seemed good. But after each game was left alone. Feeling his arms around his body, opening the embrace, without conveying the warmth she craved, felt his chest rose and fell in the vapors ecstatic sleep after sex, while she even dreamed of giving life to his body. was in his arms, but he was not embraced. Rarely talked about love. Not a compliment, a sign of admiration. Little by little, without knowing how a flame went out.
As her daughters every day in need less, but needed more money to cover expenses, regained full-time work, taking with it, an intensive day and coming home without assistance, to be alone for all the daily chores of home. No time for her, without a place to grow up and fly ...
Everything was taking its toll on her ...
Now the girls are not. It's the weekend and left each in one place. She is alone at home as well be growing. He is working and she feels her nest emptied quickly, which no one need their care, and her cooking, and his hugs, no kisses ...
They are not. And filled all the space he suddenly became empty. He was alone in her home, surrounded by things that once had so much life. But today they are like her, abandoned to solitude.
So I wanted to be. I had no strength to continue.
He returned to work, but after lunch, took his place on the sofa. Quiet, as always, absent the need of others. And she felt his heart explode.
He went to the bathroom and the mirror, his image was reflected real. A face that was suffering from such loneliness. Cried aloud, silently, she saw her cry out inside, his eyes bulging, red sore called end soon with this. And she wept tears of regret.
The pain came into his head by clicking the temples, deafening the ears and the veins in his face reflected in the mirror as if they were bursting with every throb.
To avoid this, she cried again, taking a fist to his mouth, clutching his stomach with his embrace ... cried, cried, cried. But nobody listened.
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