I thought I was starting a new stage.
The day I arrived at the bus terminal in the city, Mariana and her husband Javier were already waiting for me. Mariana ran to hug me tightly.
“Mom, now you are with us.”
The apartment where they lived was in a high-rise building, in a modern neighborhood of the city. To someone like me, who had spent his whole life in a small town, it seemed like another world.
Elevators, doorman, cameras, long corridors.
The apartment wasn’t huge, but it was nice. Everything was clean, tidy, with modern furniture that looked like something out of a magazine.
They had prepared a room for me.
A new bed, a small closet and a window from which you could see a park full of trees. I was excited to see it.
That night we had dinner together. Mariana cooked something simple and Javier opened a bottle of wine. They treated me so kindly that I thought I had made the right decision.
During the first weeks everything was quiet.
I got up early, as I always had. I would make breakfast before they went to work. Then he cleaned the apartment a little and went down to the park to walk.
There I met other ladies who also lived with their children. We sat down to talk on a bench while we watched the children and dogs go by.
