When Miguel saw his sister, he could not help but feel a deep fear settle in his heart, and the memories with her for as long as he could remember flowed as if a dam had broken and immediately his remorse for his past behavior hit him as if a giant hand had swung a fist and knocked all the air out of him.

″I'm sorry little sister! You can't die, please... I promise I will take care of you, you will never be alone again... I will fight your battles with you," she said as thick tears ran down her cheeks.

He grabbed his own shirt and tore it by cutting it into strips and squeezing them on his wrists from where constant trickles of blood were flowing3, to prevent further flow, however, the garment became more soaked and he tore other strips and put them on.

He lifted her from the floor, carried her and left the room, for a few seconds he observed the pallor on his father's face, seeing his sister in his arms, however, it was so brief that he seemed to have imagined it, because he immediat