Abuelita
I wonder for how long I could write if I just let my mind roam freely through the keys, I miss my piano, even if it was plastic and shitty, it was given to me by my mother and the holder by my grandmother. It was a nice birthday that one, they picked me up from school and as I walked into the house I saw a massive present all wrapped up in a colourful paper, leaning against one of the wooden chairs of the dining room, which was also the living room. It was a warm and bright day, unlike where I am now. I was wearing my sports clothes, white, grey and red, it was still the fancy school I was in. I didn't use to get big presents, not since my dad had moved out, after all the failed businesses, the fried chicken store and my mother's anger because of my dad's "wish to help" or his lust... I will never know; the gym that never existed, but the machines were in our back yard, unbuilt for several years; I am sure there were more, but my memory isn't that great. The...