Chapter 14

ISABELLA

My father does not help to buy food for the house and the little food we have I buy myself so as not to starve and sometimes we get some things from the neighbor who feels sorry for me.

My life is pathetic, I do not have a good job, nor a good salary to feed me, I have no friends to talk to and everything seems to get worse with each passing day.

Alone and trapped inside this room I start crying again, I start crying asking God what I did wrong to suffer so much in this life, I just wish I knew the reason why I was like this.

I hug my own body trying to contain the noise of my belly and trying to think of something else, I remember perfectly that my mother was very good in the kitchen, she always prepared delicious desserts after every meal and my favorite dessert was lemon pie.

I open my eyes wishing I had that picture here with me, whenever I feel sad or too lonely, I used to look at that picture and imagine my mom next to me hugging me, but