I knocked at the door and nobody answered me. I called again. I sat in front of the door and I waited. After a few minutes I heard the voices of my parents behind the door. They were whispering about something that I couldn’t understand. They opened the door and I entered strangely. They greeted me and they told me that they had to talk to me, and my mother added that whatever happened during the conversation, they love me. Even more surprised for that comment I sat on the couch in front of them. What could my mother have done to me to stop loving her? My mother started talking. If she hadn’t opened her mouth, I wouldn’t be death.
Pseudònim: FLORETA DE MUNTANYA