Saturday, August 9, 2008

thank you grandpa, show her a new life.

Part4
It was a Saturday, morning came, the alarm of my radio woke me, i got up get my money, some couple of coins. Wet my hair, put on some work close, wet my hair, and waited by the right time to leave. While i entertainment myself watching some code monkey, and laughing, by 11:30 i left, just having thought by the time i get back, there will be news about my mother, just having that, i started to scare myself. So i meet up with my co- workers forgetting the situation of my mother, by then just keep on talking with them making fun of all thing, playing stuff, just been one of the guys. By the time we get there, i turn off every feeling that i have , no thought, no emotion, no smiles, not making fun of anything. Just been a robot with out a god. the day pass by turning afternoon into nights, by that time i got to now Lupe, a woman at her 40's, mother of 3, work of sales person, have a very confident attitude, sweet, knows her jokes, and always defending those she love. At lunch time, she was mad when she receive a call from her daughter. Calling cause she was left behind by a friend, so she call that person, and shout it out everything she have for what they did, she sounded like a thunder ready to hit someone. Is been a while that i haven't seen a mother get upset. Last time i saw that it was when my own mother was shouting to me on how she would see her own children live a home at the age 40, i got piss told her f word, that when she came to me, and there was nothing i could do about it. That was last time i saw her get mad. I never regret what i told her. So Lupe calm herself down, and with spoke about her life, and of to work again. Only this time i was started feel more proud with the jokes that i was remembering back on my childhood. So i end closing wait up for Lupe to finish. So we catch up with the others. And went home, by the time i got to the car, i told my brother, how afraid i was to getting home, cause seriously i don't want to hear the telephone or let my brother come, tell me of the happening of the only women that raise me right. So arriving, me and my brother take a cab, of to the house we, call, so when we get there, i call my brother from my cell, to ask him where's the keys at, telling me he was at the hospital, so that when we take notice of something. we open the door, i went to take a shower, while my brother listen to some messages, and one was interesting cause it came from the hospital, saying that need us. So i try to get thing in order by watching some TV, feed the dogs, and begin to play some PS2. By that time Cindy my older brother girlfriend came, and told us she was call, so i let her in, and started to talk, of what have happen, she didn't know nothing, so we waited for my brother and father i was at he's room watshing some TV, Until he knock, and told:

At 1:10am
I woman Call Olga Jesus Herrera
vanished.
Living behind a husband
and three son's.
I when out side and scream, later making a call that i wasn't going to work.
I hate this, i hate that the only person that believes, in this my goddamn writing die, without seen the ability, the advancement that i have to make this story. I blame myself for not caring so much for her. for not showing her on what she believe in me me. cause there's nobody who would remember her, accept her children. why wasn't me, i have miserable, i didn't believe in anything, i didn't even wanted to live. But she was always my dove that flew me into something that i believe. She have the kindness of any person that made her into tree that cover you from the ray of the sun, giving you a option of what good that you can do. 2 weeks before this, i when to her room, at her bed i cry for her telling i wanted her top see how i made it to my goal, and the family that was gonna have. She respond me with that will never happen. I will always stay with you. I don't know what's gonna happen next, with her a dream dies. Nd me i got nowhere to go. All i know this ain't gonna end right?

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