21

The sunlight fills my room, I make my eyes a little slanted so that it doesn't bother me so much and I don't get desperate. It is a beautiful day, the sky is completely clear, there is nothing better than spending my first day as a 24-year-old full of joy and with so many people around me. I take my cell phone and see a few messages on WhatsApp.

Jack 8:45 am

Julia we are waiting for you at the center, remember that you must come to give us your point of view, please don't miss me, I love you.

Reply to me when you see the messages.

Oh no! I had forgotten the wedding preparations, with everything that is happening at home, I had to accompany them, they would feel very disappointed if I was not with them and I would look like a bad friend.

Julia 9:30 am

I'll be there I promise, I love you.

I lock my cell phone and put it on top of the TV cabinet, I immediately go to my father, today I notice he is more fragile, he can't even open his eyes anymore, he spends the whole time asleep and doesn't feel like eating, it destroys me Seeing it that way, and not being able to do anything to help him get better. I feel a hand on my shoulder and he positions himself next to me.

"He's not getting better, every day the chemotherapies kill him more," his sweet voice breaks, lowering his gaze with his arms crossed.

"And what has the doctor told you?" I ask, hoping he feels better.

—Nothing, every time we go they never tell us anything concrete about whether he will improve or get worse, they just say that he has a few days to live.

"How many chemotherapies have you had?" I mutter, looking at her, hoping she doesn't see my crystalline eyes.

—About three

I sigh deeply at the answer my mother has given me, so many things are going through my mind that in context I don't know what to say, I'm torn about running out and looking for a good doctor who can tell me that my father will get better; I frown because in the same way they will tell us the same thing as the others, I try to calm down by walking away to my room.

The ringing of the phone brings me out of my deep thoughts.

"Beautiful, how about we see each other in the afternoon," Matthew says serenely.

—I'm sorry, I can't today. Jack and Mike want me to go with them to buy everything for the wedding.

—He accompanied them, and we killed two birds with one stone, I took advantage of you, and you help your friends.

—Ok it will be great, you pick me up at 4 then.

-With pleasure.

My mother comes over and places a few clothes in my closet, she observes her every movement and every expression, without further ado she goes to open my underwear drawer, also placing a few pieces of clothing.

—Great, a pen, what I was looking for.

I feel like a bucket of cold water has been thrown at me, my heart beats slower and hits my chest like a bullet. "Julia, you need to take it off or at least let it not turn on," I told myself.

"Leave that, mom," I hesitate, trying to take it off.

"I need it, I needed to write something and I have to do some math," he says, turning around.

I run after her, her steps, although short, she walks quickly; He walks around the dining room chair and while he's ready to sit down, he grabs the notebook, presses the button at the top so that the tip comes out.

—Because this vibrates instead of removing the tip to write—his hand vibrated in time with the pen.

Damn, and now that I tell you, I think, trying to assimilate each of the answers that were surrounding my mind like a flash since I left the room.

"I don't know, a factory error," I mumbled, trying to make her believe me. My mother didn't know about the existence of sex toys to stimulate the intimate part.

"This does feel strange, what brand is the pen?" says my mother, looking at it even without turning it off.

“Why do you want to know, mom,” I respond, trying to control my laughter.

—I will write to the company to improve their pens—he comments.

—Am, I don't know—I lie.

—Take it and throw it in the trash—He wrinkles his nose, with a subtle gesture in the form of disgust.

"Yes, I'll throw it away." I turn around and head to my room, thinking about where it would be good to hide that kind of thing.

Luckily I don't have to go to work, I put on the most convenient clothes to go shopping, a pair of jeans, a light white shirt and my pink Converses are perfect for the occasion, I go for my paintings, I put on light makeup, just Lipstick and eyeliner are the simple combination to not look exaggerated.

I go back down to my mother and notice that she is looking at a few apartments.

—What are you doing mother? —I ask, as I stand next to her.

"So I'm hiding it from you, your father told me to buy you an apartment this morning," he comments, without taking his eyes off the laptop.

"Great, we could go on a Saturday or Sunday to see them or better when dad recovers," he smiled, and before leaving I observed the structure of the apartment.

"I love that dick, I mean that floor." What I just said, my mind played a bad trick on me.

"Julia, what were you weighing?" My mother asks with a frown.

—Nothing mom, perhaps you have never made a mistake when saying a word.

—I'm never wrong Julia, maybe you already had sex and that's why you think so much about Matthew penis?

- That? Do you think I'm crazy, woman, nothing like that.

"You better, because if I find out you're lying to me I'll forbid you from seeing Matthew."

My mother frowns and I swallow, how could I say that in front of my mother, my cheeks burn and my nervous laugh gives me away.

“With that laugh you told me everything,” my mother growls.

—Damn, I'm laughing at what I said, it's not so you think I'm having sex with him.

I discreetly leave and go to the kitchen, commemorating the moment over and over again. For a moment I thought he would tell me << I'll take you to the gynecologist to see if you've had sexual relations>> Poor me and I hate making mistakes in front of them, you see Julia that's what happens to you for opening your mouth, it's better that you should now have it completely closed.