Irene used to wait anxiously for nightfall, a unique moment for her, the most important day. At that moment before closing his eyes to sleep under the protection of the stars and dream of angels, this girl of eight years reveled in tales fall of her mother, who recounted stories of princesses precious love. Always with happy endings. From very small
Irene was more attached to his mother than his father, but loved them both equally. Irene and her mother built an eternal friendship, shared joys and sorrows without any shame. Confessed everything.
Irene was literally a princess. His penetrating gaze, his wavy hair and allowed him to be innocent smile and from the garden and preschool girls more pampered and praised. Then, in the primary school stage, became a student of 10, both for their intelligence as their responsibility to do the task.
Irene had a sister five years younger, Haydee, who cared for and loved as anyone in the world. Both ladies were very close and indeed, despite the age difference between them, many people in the street the imagined and real best friends. They certainly were.
parents Irene and Haydee were simple, honest, working and living for their daughters. Why did they never miss anything. Together they used to have coffee on Saturday afternoon and together, too, were able to form a family that was a center of illusions woven between love and respect, and it was a fit place where all sincerity. The best moments were in the age of childhood and adolescence. Time went by and the scenarios have changed. After high school and turned 18, Irene was no longer the shy, introverted girl and began to know the nightlife. Every weekend he met with a group of "friends" in different clubs and bars and disappear for two or three days. Most of the time he returned to his home in deplorable condition, with lots of alcohol above and perhaps some foreign substances.
His parents, who realized that they had been a little overprotective but never with the intention of damaging it, could not believe his eyes. They were heartbroken and depressed like Haydee, surprised by the attitude of her sister. At three, they found it difficult to speak and advise Irene, who spent increasingly less time at home. Those talks fluid and honest with your mother had vanished.
Irene had changed its character. This sweet and understanding girl crossed the path of intolerance, disrespect and incoherence. Insulted and yelled at her family and greatly ignored. However, the only thing that kept Irene, in addition to its physical beauty, was his deep eyes. And in that gaze could warn feelings of helplessness and guilt. In overnight Irene saw no more. The days passed and no signs of life. Only after nearly four months, and after several police reports by their desperate parents, she telephoned and only said only five words: "I'm fine, do not worry." That message was the last I heard from her. Immediately the most intimate loved ones Irene sought by all possible means, but could never find it. It took 10 years, a decade of pure suffering.
One afternoon, when the sun was leaving, Irene returned as if nothing had happened. He was emaciated, poorly dressed, bruised, dirty and missing two teeth. It was another person, barely spoke, walked slowly, she looked very thin and very serious. Parents were filled with happiness and uncertainties to receive it, wanted to know what her daughter had been doing during those 10. She, however, no details slip, only remarked: "I came back, the worst is over." Haydee also went and got the same response.
Matches of life if any, now used to look forward to darken the sky was the mother, since that was the only moment in which Irene was more predisposed to dialogue. Mates took until the wee hours of the morning. The mother, with tears on his cheeks, he asked: "Tell me, beautiful, what happened? Acordate always told us everything, no secrets between us, what was it that happened?". Irene, who did not look into the eyes of their family, he answered: "It was really bad what happened to me was terrible, a horror, but I can not say, Mom. It was a nightmare. Forgive me but I can not say." For several nights Irene and her mother were talking in the dining room and, consequently, were recovering from a bit of confidence. The mother insisted on finding out her daughter's past, although the response was always the same. The tales of princesses in love, at that time, meant simple memories.
Six months after his return, Irene wanted to kill himself three times: twice consumed in excess anxiety pills to calm (the father found her passed out and took time to hospital so that you do gastric lavage) and once tried to slash his wrists (Haydee, her sister discovered and stopped him.) From these facts, the family took precautions and Irene tried to drive away dangerous items.
a sunny summer morning, the mother woke up raring to go for a walk with his two daughters for lost time, so it was quick to prepare breakfast and when he came to the kitchen found shot Irene on the floor. With the help of her husband and moved Haydée the nearest hospital, but it was too late: Irene had died of poisoning from ingesting rat poison. Thus Irene, the girl with brown eyes and cute freckles, took to his grave the secret that he never wanted to reveal. Today there are memories in that house, and there are fights, and there are echoes in every corner that never go away. The sensitivities are very strong in that home, which still smells of coffee on Saturday afternoon, still hear the laughter from Irene and Haydee cronies. And he feels, too, a sad heart beats
.* * This story was based on a true story
By Pablo Medina
