Chapter 92

My mother wasn't exaggerating when she threatened saying that I would end up getting a one-way ticket to my father's house.

My father has always been a fundamental piece to the puzzle of the past that was gradually set up within my mind, so it is more than important to emphasize the reason that led to his first separation: he never had time for the family, and never showed patience to deal with the conflicts that are part of the duty of every father. We had never lacked money, comfort and perks "even after my parents' divorce", but in relation to his performance as a responsible tutor, he always left something to be desired.

In the December vacation, I was placed on a plane bound for Washington, without the right to complain or kick. But considering the degrading state that the blame for not listening to my mother had taken me, I didn't even try.

I no longer wanted the courage to look on my mother's face since the day I crossed the door of the house with my clothes crumpl