Maria
I am desperate to act. I feel like I am drowning, locked up and doing nothing. From the living room, I can hear the snoring of my father’s fat, disgusting self. I am repulsed by his presence and the way he looks at me.
I decide to leave. I will go visit my little daughter again. For several nights, I have arrived at Albert’s home, and while he rolls around with that woman, the girl is alone in the room waiting for me. He is a negligent father.
"Can you believe he’s sleeping with his own nanny? Hahaha," I mutter to myself. "She should be taking care of my daughter, but she spends the nights taking care of the father. Anyway."
Finally, I have a small car. I don’t know how the fat man got it, but I don’t care to know. It’s very old, but it works. I get into the car and hit the road.
