Marcos was indignant, he picked up his phone and dialed his mother, the first time it rang several times, she didn't answer, he got up, took a shower and tried again, after two more attempts she finally answered.

“Mother, what the fuck did you do?! What did you tell everyone that there hasn't been a single family member who hasn't called me to express their solidarity or question me? “he asked indignantly.

“Frankly, Marcos, I don't know why I have such an ungrateful son, I know how hard it is for a person to be able to assume his sexuality, especially because many people in society are..." The lady jumped when she heard her son's shout.

“Eugenia Estebans, how long do I have to tell you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my sexuality? “She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly with one hand, because she was going to explode at any moment.

"Definitely, not only did I steal the bottle from Baby Jesus, surely I was also the one who nailed the nails in it, Why how do you explain