“Mom, you can't tell anyone I'll be out all day. I'll be back early Monday and go to work.”
She doesn't understand anything. She is taking her medication like every morning, before breakfast. My little sister rests taking advantage of Sunday.
“But why the backpack? How long will you leave? Are you sure you're coming back on Monday?”
"Yes, Mom," I tell her, as I pour her a glass of mineral water so that she can pass the pills, "I promise I will come and see you before I go to the office.”
“I have to go to hospital on Monday. You know it's not easy for me…”
“I promise you that next time I will accompany you and I will be there with you. Yes? I can't ask for the day, I already did it in your previous studies. Nora will accompany you, I have already arranged with her.”
Nora is a neighbor
