Still at Rose’s house...
Two small, curious eyes, observes Rose between the crack of the railing at the top of the ladder, holding so tightly each tube of the railing that her little hands are lifeless white, for expressing her anger at that man who just left her house, leaving his mother in the pitiful state he was and the same being enraged for a while ago, want to know him and live with him and his sister who is in the hospital.
Squinting his eyes, he sees that his mother has stopped crying. He is still looking at the chaos without outlining any reaction. With his little distressed heart he detaches from that grid With the if it had fused the same feeling his fine little fingers asleep and beginning to tingle by the blood begin to flow through his veins.
He runs down the stairs and h
