Tuesday hit my window with the feverish rays of the sun welcoming me, I moved on the bed, I was alone; there was no little boy waking me up, rushing every movement of my sleepy physiognomy, after remembering that last night he left with Ismail, I understood the silence that lay. I left the sheets, joining the cold floor, hurriedly went to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, then took a shower. After putting on a pencil skirt, a white shirt with puffed sleeves, and heels, I decided to put on makeup. I tried to make it natural. The excesses of cosmetics did not suit me.

On the way to work, I suddenly thought of what I had left behind: Marina, Brenda, even Rabab, what had happened to them? I wanted to see them, hug them, they, one more than another, had marked my childhood. The nostalgia became transitory when I turned on the radio and immersed myself in the announcer's voice.

The day in Magnani was opaque, Beatriz even deigned to greet me, that she had no intention of apologizing again, s