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First Chapter


- All present here know how Elizabeth was important.Always been a good sister, a good daughter, a good wife and a good mother. She is forever in our hearts. - Said the priest who celebrated Mass for the seventh day .


-Elizabeth Lisbury Ritz -
04.05.1968 / 22-01-2012


It was the death of my mother the cause of that meeting in a church! How to act? What to say? How not to fall to my knees in full despair? How to look at that sea of black attire consisting of relatives I had never seen?
Dared to look at me with pity. And that was the worst thing that day. I had to leave my father, because not take it anymore. A garden and green grasses and red flowers was well under my desperate tears. Soon put me to my knees and I got the hell first.
- It comes with this "She went to a better place now," because everyone has already used that excuse. If I were you left close to me before andu end up ruining our friendship.After all, that's what I do with everyone ... I leave all away from me, but that was not what I wanted. - Confessed.
- I will not let you go at all. Come! I'll take you home .
As he had no forces, gave in to her request. She pulled me out of that lawn and then wiped my tears with his hands saying, "Everything will be alright. Have you ever cried all I had to cry ... Now it is just as strong as before. "And at that moment I knew I had lost a friend and gained an anja the guard who had a duty to calm me in difficult times, and this was the one who could comfort me.
We caught a taxi right in front of the church.
- Where the two girls want to go? - Asked the mustachioed taxi driver looked at me differently.
- To refrain Lester Square. - Answered quickly.
- Let's not even home? - Kate implied confused.
- Not yet. - I spoke.
We arrived at the square. A nice and wide, location can also noteworthy that there was little busy. I sat on the bench and I was watching a small playground that was there. Thecold weather matched my mood and the landscape contracenava half dead with my situation.
- Why did you come here? - Asked Kate who was on my side.
- It was here that I used to come with my mother. Maybe I had eight or ten years. You coming with us. We kept going down the slide and waving as she hit shots. I was going photos.
- I remember the picnics. We brought our dolls and sat under a tree to eat the delicious sandwiches that his mother did. That tree! - She pointed to a hose and old trunk full of flaws . - Remember?
- Its forget the best moments of life? We could go back in time, to live all over again ... Get more embracing more and love more. - I reflected.
It started raining. A late afternoon rain that washed my soul, but he could not take all the sadness. We entered into a café that was very close and stayed until the rain ceases. It was there the second that brought me more memories, this time, not only my mother but also a great friend . Leave that for another time.
Well, when it decided to stop the water falling from the sky we went to my house.
Was no longer crying desperately, not ecstatic with happiness. Only neutral and constantly put me in relation to my actions. Was almost okay ... Or I wish it was.
Kate made ​​a cup of hot chocolate for me, left me sittingon the couch watching SpongeBob, as a child of ten years.Then he went to pick up some clothes at home because she wanted to sleep with me ... I did not think bad.
When I noticed a repetitive noise coming from the office went there. It was my father who was sitting in a chair swinging in front of the fireplace looking at a photo of the three of us when I was just a baby.
- Dad .. - I spoke with a certain fear of interrupting a great keepsake.
- Amy! Can you explain why you left the church like that? - He dropped the photo on top of the chair - his grandfathers, their uncles, their cousins ​​, they all were waiting for an explanation that even I had.
- I could not stand!
- Could not get the Mass on the seventh day of his mother? - He shouted.
- You know what? - Let some tears flow down my face - I do not expect you to understand me. Who did this was the mom and you are just an extra part of my film. Now I'll be like an orphan!
I kept hearing screams, but I think I learned my tricks to ignore them. Already in the sanctuary of my tears, but known as my room when Kate arrived. I told her about what had happened to my father. No surprises, because it was no longer a novelty.
There was one in my sanctuary bed huge, each one laid a hand. She tried to cheer me up, which was a failed mission.We finished that damn happy and totally tragic day watching film. Incidentally, she saw the movie and I was remembering my mother every second.
Well, I slept and she. No nightmares, but without dreams.Without many tears, but also hopeless.





"Those who gave us the most significant contributions and educators to be who we were the ones who dared to take their place as equals. The world is watching, fascinated, for the glare of ego, but only those who walk beside us, with love and equality reach our hearts and transform us . "- Hugh Prather: Do not take life so seriously / Page 24 .