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October 15, 2013.

I'm running as fast as I can, my lungs, and my whole body is getting used to all the new things that are here in the city of Chicago.

I have to save as much as possible so paying for a bus to go to university is not appropriate for my bank debt, I had lasted a month without being able to find a job that would give me to pay the debt monthly, I never found it. A scholarship student who must study full time would only give me time at night to earn extra money and I did not do so well at it.

So I had to put into practice what I learned in dance, I am not proud of what I do but it is what it has given me to continue paying the bank debt. I thought that the house would sell quickly because it is in a prestigious urbanization but it turns out and it happens that being a house where a murder took place is not well seen.

I have a good feeling that this week if it will sell, I have already lowered the price and I can not do anything else for the house. If it is sold I will be able to leave a month of payment to buy some gifts for Gema, she has helped me so much that I am in debt to her.

He finally arrived at the university, it is still early so I can take the remaining time to read a little more, I have to be a better average and keep it because my scholarship depends on that.

An hour later I am already sitting at my desk, the teacher has not yet arrived and the students are arriving little by little. Today is Tuesday and at dinner I will eat something surprise from Gema, we have that custom on Tuesdays and it is very fun.

"Good morning, go to chapter 204 and I want you to read it, then you will tell me that you understood the liver and how it is organizing but it will be written." he says raising his voice.

We all do what he tells us, sincerely I already know what he sent to look for, but in the same way I do it, I read carefully and write what I understood.

I draw a picture, although the picture is not on the page, I do it because there is no better way than that, I close the book and begin to memorize what I have learned, I teach my brain that it must retain information and remember how the liver is organized when I saw it for the first time in the book my father gave me.

When I finish I get up from my seat and hand him my written sheet, he looks at me doubtfully but anyway I know I did well.

Some look at me suspiciously, I'm used to it, I don't have companions, I do everything alone and when I'm forced to be accompanied, I don't have a very good time.

"Well if your partner could do it in less than 10 minutes, you can do it too, you have 5 minutes to finish." I was shocked.

They all started to snort angrily at me, I didn't even want to look into their eyes, so I played deaf, dumb and blind.

It was hard being me.

Things got worse every hour I had been in college, half of the medical students hated me and it turns out that unlike them I have no friends and my classmates do, all the holy day I was verbally abused.

It was seven o'clock at night, it was still a little while before we could get to the house and be able to hug Gema tightly. She was my pillar, without her I would not have been able to carry on with all this, she gave me the strength to be able to fulfill that promise that I made to my father, and thus be able to leave in peace with myself for having fulfilled the desire to be a surgeon.

"Hi Jerry, is there an envelope for me?" I ask the doorman of the building.

"Hello miss, if there is an envelope, look in your locker." He comments while writing me down on his sheet.

It has as a control with the inhabitants of the building, notes the arrival or departure of each one.

"Okay, thanks." He just nods in my direction.

I look for the envelope and it is from the bank announcing that the collection was effective, I take a deep breath, one more month that I have been able to get paid to the bank.

Gema doesn't know that I dance in a burlesque, I honestly don't think she'll accept it, that's why I lie to her about how I earn the money I give to the bank, she thinks I'm a waitress in one of the famous hotels in Chicago, and not everything is a lie, I do work there, but not as a waitress.

I walk quickly clearing my mind of things I don't even want to think about, I get on the elevator and press the button for floor 4. The apartment that my father bought for the two of us, now belonged to Gema and me. Many times I have wondered how all that happened with Gema, she was an intruder, I cannot deny it that is how I felt towards her when Dad spoke to me once about the woman he liked.

But just as he was pumped up by Daddy's feelings, he did to me. She is what I would call an older sister, maybe a mother, but so far she is just an older sister to me.

The elevator stops indicating that it has already reached its destination, I get out of it and go in search of the key to enter the apartment, when I get it I immediately open the door, it is very cold outside and I want to warm up a bit.

"I'm here!" I shout for Gema to come into the room.

I take off my coat that is a bit worn, the backpack I put in its place where it is hung on the wall, I finished taking everything off leaving only the shirt and pants.

"How was it honey?" I turn around, staring at Gema.

I burst out laughing, she was totally crazy, her garbage bag suit was excellent, every Tuesday was like that, she always surprised me with new and strange things that I never know what will come out every Tuesday night.

"It went well, I imagine you were very busy." I say smiling.

She smiles tenderly to give me a strong hug, after that she goes to the kitchen to look for the food while I am setting the table, she was happy and I on the other hand only survived this cruel world, I had to pretend that everything was good, because she wasn't brave enough to tell him she didn't even want to live.

I sit at the table waiting for Gema to serve the food, she smiled when she saw that she made waffles, she spreads a little butter with cheese on top, I look carefully at the dinner delicacy and my mouth is watering.

"Thank you Gema, it looks delicious." I say happy.

"I hope you enjoy it very much," he says tenderly.

It had been the best day, I could have had a worse day but this was very good.