We spent two days in the Hotel and today, it's the "big day", as Mychol calls it.
I will go to the new "family", if I have to call it that.
It's three blocks from here and my brother, well, I still do not know if he's going to rent in the apartment his mother took or he'll find more.
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Arrived in front of the house, I start to observe it. It's big ... So big.
It could not be called a house, it's a villa!
Mychol hurries to ring the bell and after a few seconds a man and a woman come out.
The latter is very beautiful, looks like a girl. A beautiful body with an equally wonderful face ... His eyes are of a blue ice and seeing me, he showed his breathtaking smile along with the white teeth.
She is made up but not too much, she seems to have put only a little black mascara and a fine line of pencil that helps to highlight the cut of her cat's eyes. Hair of a blond straw that particularly attract my attention. They are perfect, smooth and neat, all gathered in a perfect tail.
I put my gaze on the man, who, however, seems much older. He does not have a lot of hair on his head and the few he has are dark brown almost black. It is very tall, more than the woman, with a bacon protruding forward.
They invite us to come in and I spontaneously look first at Mychol, who gives me a big smile and then I follow them. They make us sit in the living room where they say they had a child .. They then lost in a car accident.
After a few hours, Mychol goes away and they show themselves to be very kind and considerate .... wasted effort, however, my anguish can not bear much attention. Everything in front of me and it irritates me.
Me: I think it's the right time to rest and the opportunity for family with my room, right? "- a fake smile -" tell me where I have to go "their expression makes me understand that I left them displaced ... I felt that they were talking but I was not listening ... Perhaps this intervention of mine confirmed the fact that I do not care about them ... For the moment ...
Still no answer, only faces that look in the face ... I decide to break the ice with a miserable "please" ..
It sounded like a question, I did not want to use this tone but it's done now.
"Upstairs, the first room on the right" the man told me smiling. I returned my smile and went up.
On entering, I was particularly struck by the view in front of me. Opening the door I found myself before a huge window, with curtains on the sides, that I could close at any time. Is fantastic. It offers a breathtaking view and that's not all; the room is huge. The white walls, a double bed, a bare desk and a giant closet. Of the shelves here and there and a mirror behind the door. I'm happy to furnish it and make it mine, I've never had a bedroom so big .. But at the same time, the melancholy and nostalgia of my brother is taking over.
It is not so much lack of Mychol, at the moment, it is more afraid of having them in the future. Fear of losing it.