MOTHERS (II)
open the door, the smell permeates the house clean and although it is a mixture of bleach and polish, it makes me feel good. Lola is sure that happened to be cleaned. Since the mother was the only one that deals with the house, it seems as if unwilling to let go, do not want to forget all the memories that lurk in the corners of the villa, it polishes each and every one of their shelves as if she were to throw dust anger because it has been in one of them. It is as if still hear them fighting, Lola have not you noticed that the floor does not shine? Do not you gave her the polish that I bought it, that no pains, that this polish is not good, has too many chemicals, and is not good for girls, you go to know everything that can eventually be, and I was said my mother to use this, which is more ecological and also my aunt is produced, whether man, that I told you, you are half crazy and lives in the village alone and naked, it says that the clothes in the his skin burns. Lola, but what are you explaining? You put my daughter to talk and link apples with oranges, walk, walk, and stand silent wash. Yes, if Dolores, who told me my mother, Lola, we have to help her aunt, who does not accept charity and now has taken to make soaps and other strange things, we'll have to buy all that we can so that you can take something to his mouth, because this Majadera does not help. Dolores So, from now on we will use this soap, in addition to ecological do a good deed. Go Lola, let's stories and get clean, I think that more and more you look like your aunt. Dolores looks that do not permit it, eh?? I'm weird, but I'm not naked all over the place! .... And so they spent the afternoon arguing about the soap, and when it was the soap, was Lola dresses that we had set, that if we were very white, that if the queues were not appropriate for dinner at the Perez and you will know what else. The issue is that my sister and I would love to see them fight, were doing what we were doing when we saw that mother and Lola is engaged themselves in a fight, we stopped and went to meet him. Hypnotizing us like when we cut the queues at the lizards, and most amazing is that they were able to upset by soap, but when he told Lola that mother had beaten us for anything, it gave us another slap because he said that if we had stuck Dolores was because we should have done, and so did mother when we were going with the story Lola was seen with her boyfriend in secret, we gave another cake for spies. Thus it was they could only fight with each other, but when it came to others who were fighting with them or said anything against him, was urged as hen defending her chicks. Lola and mother had attended the same school and knew each other since they were born, that is why we are talking about you, and not Donna, in addition to mother liked that false respect that prevailed between mistress and maid, I hated it, despite belonging to that world. Mother adored Lola, was his cry on and the first person who told her their joys, he learned that Lola's father before that mother was pregnant. When he finished school, mother went to the capital because the grandparents had saved some money and wanted the girl espavilara, come on, he found a handsome man with lots of money to marry, and I had to go to the capital. There he met and married father. Soon returned to the village. In all that time that mother was out, always kept in touch with Lola, and I think because of that, mother was not snob or stretched as other women of her rank, Lola reminded him where he came from and what it was. Lola was not you, not dancing water or told him what I wanted to hear, she called Joia, reminded him of when he threw balls of paper to the teacher being girls and never, never say a lie, but now to think clearly, not more than once told the whole truth, especially as it related to my sister and me, but hey, never any knife stabbed in the back and was always faithful, like my mother it.
Poor Lola, has been without a partner, no friend with whom to spend Sunday afternoons sitting on the couch. And losing is not the same your husband to lose your friend, that's what mother said. When father came home she did not care, it is, nor what was missing, but when Lola came one day because he had fallen ill or had to care for their elderly parents, my mother went crazy, screaming and was much severe with us. He kept talking bad about Lola and said that she was going crazy how his aunt, who would finish with 10 cats and a broom in their hands believing witch, she was paid and had to come to work every day, That was not going to consent and that when he returned was to find out the espavilada, but the truth is that when Lola came back, my mother was unable to open mouth, I wondered how I was and then to not realize how much he had missed, turned tyrant, and he was ordered to peel potatoes or chop wood, just to punish her. In contrast with father was not well, not that I do not get along, on the contrary, they adored and cared for in such a way that when you saw them from outside arcades gave you the vulgar that they could be. But mother always told us, what I feel for your father's love and will come as a day makes you happy and the next you feel like shit, you lose your rationality, you become irascible and some of you, leave exist, in contrast to Lola by Lola feel loyalty and loyalty, dear children is the best feeling in the world. Feel that the other is so you, like yourself, is incomparable. You do not feel alone against the world and you can get everything you set out for that person, that person will always be there. And that mother was very advanced for its time, you just have to look at our education as anarchic and so different!. When I arrived as a mature age, I realized that the love professed mother Lola and was more than fair, it might be what is called true love, but by the time they lived in any of them knew him to name, or label it how we do with everything. I do not think to be drawn sexually or anything, just say it was a love of those who trample all, the kind that make you feel invincible and that has its own language, and that mother and Lola together, volcano, earthquake and tsunami were all together .
Now I'm in your room. The crucifix above the bed I am appalled and fascinated me equally. Mother was never a believer, but when I was diagnosed first thing he did was put the crucifix there. He said well purge all your sins and pray for all of us. I think they said by their daughters astray, because though mother was very advanced for that time in the background, what I wanted was to see his daughters married a lot of grandchildren running through the village, but had no luck. Marisa, my dyke sister and I had gone sterile. So what of the grandchildren would be arto difficult, life is fucked up right? Always finds a way to putearnos and we laugh.
I open your closet and see all their finery, for millions of years that mother did not put them and as much as my sister and I would say that the throw, as were yellow and half eaten away by worms, she refused flatly, girls, you never know when I will return to use, so you can think of no touching! Mother was like that, always thinking of the parties that were to come. I laugh now, we seem more than we think, Marisa and I are the same, always thinking of holidays. I laugh out loud so strong that at one point I fall on the bed and I realize at that moment, life slaps me and I begin to mourn as a kid. Mother is gone, mother is not, MOTHER IS NOT, and I installed a vacuum in the stomach, nooooooooo nooooooooo, mother is gone. Uffff I can not stop and I try, is Ana, quiet everything will go well, stop mourn because you are old enough for these attacks of hysteria! But I can not swear to God I can not. I have not dropped a tear since that day in the hospital. Just let me mourn that day along with Marisa. The doctor told us that no had nothing to do, that they had detected too late and we had to make to the idea. Marisa and I looked, we emerged from the consultation and we began to mourn how two little girls. The two have very different characters and throughout our life we \u200b\u200bhave ups and downs in our relationship, but at that moment we feel the same sisters who years ago secretly smoked a cigarette in the kitchen, I felt the connection with that person who no longer recognized but nevertheless, I had my own blood, my sister.
Mother saw us crying and you can not imagine the anger that gave us! Fuck up at that time we had to give lessons she kept her composure and kept us as a rock and how two kids of 10 years. Since then I did not cry even once more, not at the funeral or the wake, did not want my mother from the sky swore to be crying, and was capable of doing that, I knew well and had plenty of guts to get away with it! But there, lying in bed I could not take it anymore. Would be no more fights, more calls to explain that Lola had broken vase father brought him from Paris, and told me she had to marry or at least give me a good whack because if I did I would stay dry as a happens ... So was a mother, she looked like an old lady but the character of a hungry dog \u200b\u200band a throughput that made the most shameless glow red. I still remember when I was told Marisa dyke. Impetérrita She told him to expect it, I had always walked like a man and he liked the idea, which ultimately important in all families had a gay or lesbian and asked if from the time he could show in relation to her friends and her daughter dyke. Marisa grabbed a thousand angry demons and spent a month without speaking, poor thing! I think I would have preferred that mother had taken it wrong for her to defend and yell all you would have been pleased, but it was a mother, one would not know where to go. In fact, when you asked her father who fell in love with mother, he always answered his irrational madness and the touch of insolence and extravagance.
And now she is gone and nothing much to cry for me to return. I feel a knot in the stomach indescribable, is a void difficult to explain. A vacuum raises me by the throat and grabs me, and I just want to stay in it and mourn and mourn, and I can not help wishing to see one more minute, one minute to tell her I love her, she has made everything I am, I follow his advice as much as I have always done as if did not listen, I'm proud and above it, that I very much need. And without doubt the hardest thing I will not put my head on his shoulder for comfort and relaxed feel so protected and that the time to stop. It's true what they say, you do not realize what you have until you lose it.
Poor Lola, has been without a partner, no friend with whom to spend Sunday afternoons sitting on the couch. And losing is not the same your husband to lose your friend, that's what mother said. When father came home she did not care, it is, nor what was missing, but when Lola came one day because he had fallen ill or had to care for their elderly parents, my mother went crazy, screaming and was much severe with us. He kept talking bad about Lola and said that she was going crazy how his aunt, who would finish with 10 cats and a broom in their hands believing witch, she was paid and had to come to work every day, That was not going to consent and that when he returned was to find out the espavilada, but the truth is that when Lola came back, my mother was unable to open mouth, I wondered how I was and then to not realize how much he had missed, turned tyrant, and he was ordered to peel potatoes or chop wood, just to punish her. In contrast with father was not well, not that I do not get along, on the contrary, they adored and cared for in such a way that when you saw them from outside arcades gave you the vulgar that they could be. But mother always told us, what I feel for your father's love and will come as a day makes you happy and the next you feel like shit, you lose your rationality, you become irascible and some of you, leave exist, in contrast to Lola by Lola feel loyalty and loyalty, dear children is the best feeling in the world. Feel that the other is so you, like yourself, is incomparable. You do not feel alone against the world and you can get everything you set out for that person, that person will always be there. And that mother was very advanced for its time, you just have to look at our education as anarchic and so different!. When I arrived as a mature age, I realized that the love professed mother Lola and was more than fair, it might be what is called true love, but by the time they lived in any of them knew him to name, or label it how we do with everything. I do not think to be drawn sexually or anything, just say it was a love of those who trample all, the kind that make you feel invincible and that has its own language, and that mother and Lola together, volcano, earthquake and tsunami were all together .
Now I'm in your room. The crucifix above the bed I am appalled and fascinated me equally. Mother was never a believer, but when I was diagnosed first thing he did was put the crucifix there. He said well purge all your sins and pray for all of us. I think they said by their daughters astray, because though mother was very advanced for that time in the background, what I wanted was to see his daughters married a lot of grandchildren running through the village, but had no luck. Marisa, my dyke sister and I had gone sterile. So what of the grandchildren would be arto difficult, life is fucked up right? Always finds a way to putearnos and we laugh.
I open your closet and see all their finery, for millions of years that mother did not put them and as much as my sister and I would say that the throw, as were yellow and half eaten away by worms, she refused flatly, girls, you never know when I will return to use, so you can think of no touching! Mother was like that, always thinking of the parties that were to come. I laugh now, we seem more than we think, Marisa and I are the same, always thinking of holidays. I laugh out loud so strong that at one point I fall on the bed and I realize at that moment, life slaps me and I begin to mourn as a kid. Mother is gone, mother is not, MOTHER IS NOT, and I installed a vacuum in the stomach, nooooooooo nooooooooo, mother is gone. Uffff I can not stop and I try, is Ana, quiet everything will go well, stop mourn because you are old enough for these attacks of hysteria! But I can not swear to God I can not. I have not dropped a tear since that day in the hospital. Just let me mourn that day along with Marisa. The doctor told us that no had nothing to do, that they had detected too late and we had to make to the idea. Marisa and I looked, we emerged from the consultation and we began to mourn how two little girls. The two have very different characters and throughout our life we \u200b\u200bhave ups and downs in our relationship, but at that moment we feel the same sisters who years ago secretly smoked a cigarette in the kitchen, I felt the connection with that person who no longer recognized but nevertheless, I had my own blood, my sister.
Mother saw us crying and you can not imagine the anger that gave us! Fuck up at that time we had to give lessons she kept her composure and kept us as a rock and how two kids of 10 years. Since then I did not cry even once more, not at the funeral or the wake, did not want my mother from the sky swore to be crying, and was capable of doing that, I knew well and had plenty of guts to get away with it! But there, lying in bed I could not take it anymore. Would be no more fights, more calls to explain that Lola had broken vase father brought him from Paris, and told me she had to marry or at least give me a good whack because if I did I would stay dry as a happens ... So was a mother, she looked like an old lady but the character of a hungry dog \u200b\u200band a throughput that made the most shameless glow red. I still remember when I was told Marisa dyke. Impetérrita She told him to expect it, I had always walked like a man and he liked the idea, which ultimately important in all families had a gay or lesbian and asked if from the time he could show in relation to her friends and her daughter dyke. Marisa grabbed a thousand angry demons and spent a month without speaking, poor thing! I think I would have preferred that mother had taken it wrong for her to defend and yell all you would have been pleased, but it was a mother, one would not know where to go. In fact, when you asked her father who fell in love with mother, he always answered his irrational madness and the touch of insolence and extravagance.
And now she is gone and nothing much to cry for me to return. I feel a knot in the stomach indescribable, is a void difficult to explain. A vacuum raises me by the throat and grabs me, and I just want to stay in it and mourn and mourn, and I can not help wishing to see one more minute, one minute to tell her I love her, she has made everything I am, I follow his advice as much as I have always done as if did not listen, I'm proud and above it, that I very much need. And without doubt the hardest thing I will not put my head on his shoulder for comfort and relaxed feel so protected and that the time to stop. It's true what they say, you do not realize what you have until you lose it.
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