As in a dream, I saw the thin shape of your body in the doorway of the house where my brothers also houses. Until then just remember my father and my grandmother, who lived well into my puberty. Do not know I had a mother and never in my life gave me a pat with his brown hands to my face pink. I lived in the solitude of my house without knowing that he had siblings. My toys only in my hands and I could not share with someone else, that we shared the same awesome house. My Grandmother told me I had to meet my brother. So we did and take the green car, known as Indo-American, who roamed the sands of a newly established town with immigrants from throughout the department and other sites that were much farther than our native Santiago de Chuco. I was very disturbed by what I had learned just that day.
I found it difficult to understand that my Mama Herlinda was not my biological mother and my father was really his son. You went and you had so many privileges as the principal wife of my Father, with so many servants in your house who ordered with the meal you had in the terrace to donate, I thought so, when it comes to your house that you shared with another man. And to see you so thin, so shy and so dark and sweet, I first started loving you. I wanted to break the long silence of the years in which only lived in my birthplace of gold that was my prison.
I found it difficult to understand that my Mama Herlinda was not my biological mother and my father was really his son. You went and you had so many privileges as the principal wife of my Father, with so many servants in your house who ordered with the meal you had in the terrace to donate, I thought so, when it comes to your house that you shared with another man. And to see you so thin, so shy and so dark and sweet, I first started loving you. I wanted to break the long silence of the years in which only lived in my birthplace of gold that was my prison.
