May 31, 2013.
I'm not happy, honestly I'm not, but I must be, and I don't understand myself.
My birthday is in two months, I don't know whether to celebrate it, my father has already talked to my mother about the divorce and also about what we will both do.
It is hardly impossible for me to believe that my mother, Rose, didn't say anything, she just said:
"Sounds good for you."
Those words echo in my head, it's not that I don't love my mother, just that I find myself more with my father Carlos than with my mother Rose.
I find myself having cereal with milk for breakfast, while I eat it, I see my mother come to the kitchen.
"How are you Colette?"
"Well mother, you?" I ask with total caution.
"Perfectly, I'm going to buy the things for your cake." His voice sounds calm, so much that
