Chapter 110

When I was little and used to feel angry, I always ran away to the same place close to home: the park. It was perfect when I was seven years old and it was as far as I would venture at night by myself. The place was empty and devoid of the loud music that they always played when mom came with me to play; In addition, the games were at my entire disposal since there was no one to force me to stand in long queues.

Being there I felt safe, despite being abandoned, and I felt at home.

Right now I wanted to run and hide in that safe place where my biggest worries were the paint color I would use in my drawings or the dress to wear to class.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to that time, when in my innocence I was dying to grow up, not knowing that growing up would bring more responsibilities and obligations than I ever imagined. I also didn't have to worry in those years about a guy breaking my heart or seriously thinking about falling in love with someone.