I don't know why, but I'm more than happy that it was just a bad dream, I sit in the dining room with Alexander and Uncle Frank who doesn't stop joking about my shorts, at least it amuses my father, but not me, now I'm upset and I'm going to start my revenge. "Alekpool" he laughs again and huffs. “I can't even drink the coffee in peace “I hear some footsteps behind me and I turn in that direction, Santiago is getting closer and he looks at us in bewilderment. “Santiago How can you sleep next to those repeated deakpool? asks Uncle Frank, and Santiago looks at him and frowns. “It's deadpool DEADPOOL! “I spit. “Oh! “Exclaims Santiago and laughs out loud “I think I'm used to it. Santiago greets Uncle Frank and my father who answers him with a smile as he brings a sip of coffee to his mouth. He approaches me and gives me a tender kiss on the cheek. "It's not just about Deadpool," he continues, going to the coffee pot, "it's also about SpongeBob, the ninja turtles, the fantastic four

I shift a little between the delicious velvet sheets, shit... I want to pee, I get more comfortable because my body refuses to get up, but no... it's uncomfortable Damn it! One can't even sleep in peace, I get up slowly and sit for a while until the desire to release liquids wins me over, I never drink a liter of orange juice at night again.I walk towards the bathroom, my brain still thinking about how those sheets feel so good against my skin... when a blow to my forehead wakes me up WHORE! My front! Immediately the lamp comes on and Santiago frowns at me.“Alex? What... are you okay? “he questions, I look around and the bathroom door is on the other side.Shit!“Yeah! I was just testing how strong this wall was “ ironically, with my hand on my forehead, I only hear Santiago's laughter. Yes! What fun! I walk pissed off in the opposite direction, throwing everything in front of me, but I can't find anything to throw away, which pisses me off even more.Even the desire to pee went awa

Christmas is coming and it's starting to feel like it, but when it comes to riding a motorcycle... Who said cold? And more with my father and Mr. Centinelo who apparently get along very well, speak German all the time, incidentally they are joined by Uncle Frank and Grandma who doesn't stop talking when she met Grandpa Billie in Hamburg. At least he's not talking about his taste in movies. I have to admit that with Alexander, Frank and Mr. Centinelo, who I can never call by name because his name is exactly the same as my husband and it sounds strange in my head, I've had a good day and I haven't fallen off anywhere. My guardian angel is finally working. Unfortunately, everyone has to leave today. But not before taking photos of them with my new camera. Yes, I go crazy with these things. We agreed to spend Christmas with my parents and New Year with the Centinelos, however, they agreed to come and spend all together at our house, so Malcom and Natalie would be with us, I just hope He

No please dad... no no no, I refuse to accept this... tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls, this can't be happening, I sit up on the floor as my tears well up, my mother runs to him and shakes him mentioning his name, he immediately picks up the phone and with his trembling hands begins to dial a number, nothing makes sense in my life anymore, I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare, this can't be happening to me, no no NOOOO, I try to relax inside but I can't , memories go through my mind, memories of him that my mind still keeps, I hear some steps running towards me, followed by other steps and a heartbroken cry that can only be from Stefanie, I hear her running towards him making crying sounds. A male voice that my brain doesn't recognize shouts that we have to call the doctor, my mind tries to take refuge in good moments, the best moments, but the thought that a few minutes ago I was chatting with him invades my senses, and more tears well up. my eyes. How can life ge

I have been noticeably better the last few days, and for Santiago things have also been improving, he is no longer stressed and has no longer yelled at anyone on the phone, he no longer curses at his father, although he still does not want to talk to him, apparently he Feels better "being poor" as he calls it, oh no, but he's waiting for next year's new Porsche to come out. I also wish I was that poor. I go into the shower, I clear the long curtains of the glass window so that a bit of clarity enters, I like to bathe and look outside, it relaxes me, the warm water runs through my body I feel a great inner peace, music from my cell phone it resonates, I never chant any while I'm bathing, except when Gangnam Style sounds, there yes, every Korean I don't know makes it up. My body wash is running low, I sigh, tapping the bottom of the bottle as I sing the blessed song, as much as I hate it, I can never stop doing this. ? Heeeeeey sexy ladyyyy, op op op oppa gangnam style