Laura is eight years old and today saw his mother murdered his brother, newborn.
Diana is 32 and now let her son die, baby.
Saul died 15 days now no more. His mother left him to die, his sister cried her silence and her father never left him. Damian
today stuck to his eldest daughter once again, breaking his arm again and mark the face with the belt. She wanted to turn to receive the lash on the back, but that damn leather strap, as long as flimsy as it slides to the surrounding air rather than the waist of his father and sometimes bites her face. Damian spat with his wife today, milk shot him burning his face and chest, while you feed your baby, who spent the night with a fever and would not let any of them sleeping. Diana warm breakfast and while the fire to his work took the opportunity to rest 5 minutes in the chair with your baby snuggled between your arm and chest. Damian hurt your baby in the eyes and sensitive skin, extremely fast he jumped the bubbles in the dermis, and the child cried and cried. His mother too, and was both hardor feeling in your skin that twisted thinking that it could not relieve your baby. Laura, her eldest daughter was also crying, with her toes dangling from a broken arm could not sustain. The girl from the ground dragged and placed near the wall, not to disturb the way to his father, who could not tell you things and often only asked to step foot.
Diana was crying and clinging to her child to her bosom, had nothing else you could calm down. Cold water was going to kill cold, warm water was not calm. Maybe he could distract the breast. But the baby cried, cried, and much more than the little Laura. Damien left them alone, three with his physical pain and fear on their backs. Saul
felt pain in his eyes, I could not open, and choked the more crying. Her mother put the little chest in the mouth and the baby could at least mourn and more choking feeling. Diana
finally stopped listening to the baby, who had fun with his chest. Sciaba thought that hunger pain, and vice versa. She contained hard against his chest, not to give the baby another option:-come child, come and feel no pain.
And it's true, Saul never came to feel pain.
Laura, little Laura, he fell asleep from time to mourn and wait your turn. His broken arm was like a puzzle on the floor, lying beside his body. The girl still had breath holding spells, that sleep and breathing deep, still exerted a claim.
Her mother called her, but she had fallen fainting. Diana
thought something, since then you could do.
He began to feel cold and Laura turned to tears, he returned to his broken arm.
Diana wanted to help his daughter, took the baby and went out of his chest.
cold Your baby does not suck, just because it moved so did Diana.
His little puppet, cold. Diana
realized at that moment. He wanted to shake him to bring her crying, but Saul had forgotten that. Saul and I just felt cold and guasanos, the worms way.
Diana could only cry and cling to Laura to fear. Laura with her broken arm saw as fell on his brother's body to the ground, not moving or crying, that touching the tiles were stained purple, leaving her small head and soft to conform to the horizontal landscape of his horrible situation .
Laura looked at her mother incredulously. And indeed wept and wept for her, his arm, and his brother. Especially by his brother. Diana looked at her children. He looked at his eldest daughter. He looked at his arm. I look at the skin of his little Saul. He looked at his chest, red, hirbiendo even with its blistering hurtful, I felt the same your child before you feel cold. Diana
thought of the terrible event, which also had fallen asleep during the baby's death. He felt he had missed the right time when his son left to cling to his chest to try to find air. Laura thought of her small, single again. Saul was her third baby and Laura was the only survivor. Miro
his broken arm and approached the girl who cried over and over, endlessly and afraid, afraid her mother also.
Diana carried the girl on her back and asked his brother Saul placed under his vesitdito, to be collected from the womb of his sister and back of his mother.
Laura felt the chill of his brother all the way into town. When they reached the Plaza San Salvador left the body of her baby in the central fountain and under the gaze of her husband, who worked selling drugs there and driving off to the police, without ever leaving the open bottle of tequila or company of pretty girls who serve the complaint and also business.
and her husband opened his mouth.
And Diana, Laura left the ground.
And Laura cried. And Diana went.
Laura, his arm broken, jump to the source. Was released to his brother.
She grabbed his little arm, and took it like a dummy lock on the source,
like a funeral without notice in question. Diana
counted to ten and started running. Five seconds later llacía on the floor. What Damian late to shoot.
Laura saw herself, she saw dead.
felt almost as cold as Saul.
girl approached him. The same who accompanied his father on working hours. She lleba the hospital. She and Saul. But it remained Saul doctors. His mother never saw her, not even in the cemetery.
Your father did. At his feet too. At his belt daily. A loving hands of their locks of hair as well. His father, in fact, could never stop seeing it.
