Polaroids of you-Capítulo 1
Since I was just a kid I had this overwhelming emptiness inside of me, an emptiness I couldn't fill no matter what I tried to do. All my efforts were in vain, I wasn't ever able to express something I truly felt since I wasn't able to feel at all. But it scared me, my inability made me stand out too much, that's when I started to copy the other kids, every expression, every feeling, all of it. It was fake. My only pillar at that time was my sister, she was like me after all, she was my support through thick and thin. She was the one that helped me adapt to different environments and to top it all, to go through our problems at home. Our parents at that time were having economics problems, they couldn't win enough money and by result couldn't pay rent and the taxes. First, the water stopped running, then it was the electricity and in the end it felt like we were living in a dumpster, making my mother become strongly depressive and my father workaholic. I could ...