106. Who Is She?
Susy
As soon as I cross the threshold of the house, I rush up the stairs without stopping. I don't even respond when I hear mom calling my name from the hallway. I just want to escape.
Escape the pain weighing on my chest. From that stab of pain that pierced my soul and that, until now, I didn't know could feel so real, so physical. I opened the door to my room with trembling hands and slammed it shut, letting myself fall face down on the bed. There, in the darkness of my sheets, I began to drain the sadness.
The sobs don't take long to come. They are disordered, anguished, pouring out like a torrent I can't contain. Then, without knowing how or when, I feel a warm hand caressing my hair. It's my mother.
"What happened, love?" her voice whispers full of tenderness as
