Ivone died yesterday, I saw her in bed, I started counting the time that had happened, and was about 10 years, but in bed she looked beautiful, her face was angelic even, thin, thin, front of me stood a boy about 8 years, a lady told me it was his son, named Cristian, definitely could not be ours, our relationship was rather illusory, say that was platonic, we loved in the most tender as a daughter a mother loves.
Ivone was the mother I never had, my mother died when I was 10 years as a result of fulminant pneumonia caused him taking a cup of orange juice served chilled, she wanted to cool the throat in the morning, left his room with a very thin pole that did not protect the cold air of the refrigerator, my poor mother loved us so much that cost him much to leave us. I am aware that I have not been overcome to date. So young I assumed the responsibility of being mother to my brother, my dad could not stand the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing alone, and went to live in New York, my grandmother (my father's mother) told us he felt panic my father, knowing he was going to have to educate their children, could not imagine doing it alone.
One night, after two days, my dad took the decision to leave, he said the idea to his mother, the grandmother tried to put in their five senses, but in vain. My dad left, my grandmother, very good she said I had to go on a journey that your on your work had demanded to take charge of a branch in the U.S., the fact is that till date I do not see my dad, I think I forgot about her face, when asked if I want to see him, replied with a no, but in my innermost soul I pray one day see her face. I have a picture of him Mom, my beautiful mom. I hardly even talk about it. Ivonne
was 3 years older than me, and we met at an international event that was home to distinguished entrepreneurs from Latin America, the venue was Peru, where Lima - Miraflores. Ivonne and I were enrolled in the world of anfitrionaje, earned well and had fun all weekend as desperate, crazy about life and gain experience to tell our grandchildren after all our adventures. We live together in an apartment we rented near the U.S. embassy (Monterrico), in the two years we shared bedroom, bathroom, and even a chance the same love, learned to value sense of friendship, a sense of respect, a sense of pride, a sense of being a woman, I always told him it was my ninth, once you confessed that had she been a man I married her, I think that time with over drinks, I gave him a kiss on his lips, when I refused and told me to stop "webadas."
my ghosts haunt my head, moments with her, my mother, my father, the loneliness, my brother who is married and has 4 children, wanted to have a huge family that had it, he's a good father. My friends have married and have children, my suitors got tired of waiting, tired also (largely, I think) of my child's tantrums conceited, my fits of jealousy, my selfishness at all, when we leave, I see little fatter, and they tell me: "Wow! How beautiful you are, the years have not passed through you! "To which I reply:" thank you. " I ask, because until now I'm not married, they always had wanted to marry me, were eager to start a family next to me, having a large family, living in chosica, away from the hustle and bustle of Lima, have a huge house, with a huge garden, always ran away.
I'm about to start my second master's degree, served to save something, something served all the glamor of the events. In my room
I have a picture of my mother, my grandmother, and Ivone. The
the ninth helped me succeed, I miss her too, before her tears are uncontrollable, nona because you left!, My mind constantly utters and dark glasses for a moment want to fall, everyone observes the scene which is in front of his eyes, a boy and a woman, both crying in the most devastated.
We decided to separate, each gone their way, I did not know much about it, but from what I could find out at the funeral, he walked with a guy who was Tenor, traveled a lot, and fell in love passionately, I find that it was at first glance, I wonder if that can exist, live together, never married. In one of his trips to Europe the plane was going, he fell into the sea. Cristian
is the son of that relationship, I feel obliged to take charge of their education, care, Ivone did the same for me, I have to, but there are always buts in my mind, and if the company send me to manage the branch they have in France Oh God, what situation you put me in my life.
Upon arriving at the funeral, listening to the priest's words, and hear the cries of family content, made me the saddest person on the planet. As people crowded into the coffin, I held a Christian, I hugged him very strong, it wipe the tears, stroking her hair, told her mother was going to be alright with "Dear God" from the sky she was going to take care of, "You'll see that by the fourth day I have prepared, you're going to dream with it, you'll talk, I will say that it will always be by your side, never going to go, was going to go from now on your guardian angel, believe me baby, "I said those words.
While we were in my car, looked in the mirror the face of a child who missed his mother, for a moment I saw him, it was logical, but to turn to my side in the passenger seat saw the image of Ivone made me a knowing wink , And then told me that silence, I smiled.
front of my PC, I write my report that I have to present to the general management of the company's growth over the next five years, I think my natural ambition has made since I got to where I am currently, I am Services Manager, and if I'm well, I can buy a percentage of the shares of the company and become a member.
Tonight was a night of decisions in my life, situations that have led to solve everything with maturity. Life brings you so many trials, yesterday I felt more independent women of this world, and today I take the responsibility of being a mother, if the mother I never had, to be the father I never had, and being the mother of a child that his mother was a mother to me.
