ANGELA P.O.V

Right now I’m in my father’s sister’s house , here where my permission to live in his attic where is a small room and bathroom inside there is a bad for one person with a locker next to the bad , the room is plain white , but I’m happy that at least I have a bed where to sleep in the room is also a small window where I see people pass happy , smiling.. children playing outside with their parents ., the sun shining , green grass that make this moment for everyone a beautiful picture ....But for me who no longer has a house or parents to love me or no longer have the opportunity to hear my parents telling me they loved me very much ... is devastated making my heart stop for beating . My parents died in car accident when they returned to the city from they Romantic Holiday. I was waiting for the at home happy that I finished the school, I was happy knowing that now I cloud help them at home , they raised me and making never miss me anything, so I also help them I wanted to look for a job since I finished the school with the maximum ..., you can say that I was a nerd but I wasn’t never ashamed to be a private persone who studying to give herself the best in all subjects at school, I never had occasion to go whit my friends to party or have a boyfriend I never thought about this for me more important was to make my parents proud of me and have the opportunity to look for my self after finish the school going in a good university and have a job . But when in tired night a call change you life your dream , telling that you parents have passed away in car accident making you to live like a dead body without a soul .

I saw my parent’s corpse to the hospital a policeman and a doctors told me that I had to check if they are bodies of my parents they left to me to verify because I was the only one near , my father’s sister my aunt lived for away and to come put a day for verify . My aunt arrived on the day of the funeral I was destroyed after days of crying without stop I didn’t have more tears anymore my eyes were red and my face was swollen and my mind was in total darkness , but when my aunt took for the hair throwing me to the ground screaming that was my fault that her brother died me and my mother faults she had no brother anymore for so long my mother stolen him from her :” THE FAULT IS YOURS BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER GIVE BIRTH TO YOU IF YOU WERE NOT BORN OR HIM DIDN'T NOT NO THAT BASTARD OF YOU MOTHER MY BROTHER WAS STILL ALIVE NOW “ . Slapping me while she telling all these words I didn’t have strength to speak or to defending me I was destroyed by grief as she could telling me something hoe can she tell a girl who is pain for the lost of the parents that is her fault . No one took my defense no one helped me escape for my aunt hands everyone was freezing in their chairs whispering and looking at me disgusting faces and laughing at me

I never knew way .. I alway wanted my mother to have a family but as far I know my mother went home when she was eighteen and never had contact with her family I don’t bere know is she have brother if the parents of my Mather blame me for her death.... After the funeral my aunt got her hand of my parents house and the bank account telling me she deserved for letting me stay at her house now that she will have care of a orphan .

So I’m here now in this room missing my parents: “ Mom I miss you every day I didn’t ever have the opportunity to tel you goodbye or telling you that I love you and how proud I am that I was you daughter I can never again have chit chat nights whit you or to hug you and your perfume of roses , Daddy I never se you paintings again that room full your work won’t be able to smell the oil painting anymore to see your smile “. Thinking of them years fall all over my face one after one ......

ANGELA P.O.V

My aunt name is Rosy , Rosy Josen her husband name is Dason Josen they have a daughter of my age her name is Mary is a girl spoiled by my aunt with everting and in every occasion Mary have she treats me like slave reminds me every damn time that I’m a orphan and that I Have to be grateful to her mom that let me live in their house , “ this girl “ .. My uncle Dason does not look or speak with me but in his eyes you can pity towards me ... in one evening night when my aunt made me prepare dinner from them in that evening I prepared lasagna whit side of salad for diner after finished I found myself putting the dishes on table for them after they all sat down I brought the food waiting for my aunt reaction to know if it’s good or no but I know it’s good because I’ve always cooked for my parents and I liked to see their happy face after eating the food prepared by me , the sound of broken plate on the floor make me came to reality I met my aunt eyes full of anger beating me :” Who do you take you are given me to eat this shit of food you are not good in anything I got you in my home I give you a bed where to sleep and you repay me whit that shit of food you are a bastard and bitch like your mother “ , drag me to the hair on her porch ..” this night you sleep out like a dog you don’t deserve to sleep inside , tomorrow morning I hope I’ll see everything cleaned and breakfast done “

With this the door slammed and my aunt entered in the house , I stayed down with the tears that come out of my eyes “ why is she so cruel with me” I began to feel cold , wind touch my skin and the darkness surrounding me I started to be afraid of dark that can swallow me in any minute but the sound of the doors open made me look up to see who it was

It was my uncle with a blanket that hi put on my back immediately I feel a little warm on my skin “ Angela I’m sorry “ my uncle said as he move down with his hand massaging my back to not feel the cold “ I’m sorry my dear for all suffering that my wife and my daughter make you pass trough but I can do nothing to save you these to women are the only family that I have I don’t want to lose them I’m sorry I can help you but yes it hurts me to see you like this also I’m saying that it’s not your fault the death of you parents it was a accident I don’t know why Rosy have all this hate trough you but you hate to understand her that your father was her only brother who had I think seeing you remember her your father and for this she hates you “

With his hand on my back an with the tears in his eyes looking at me I realized how much he suffer for all this “ uncle Dason you don’t have to apologize, I should apologize for coming to your house having to raise a girl you’ve never met

I apologize for all problems caused to you and you family “

I ended up talking just to breathe looking at him I stared to talk again

“ you now uncle I thank you for everything you give me if you weren’t now I would be in the streets wits house ere to stay a warm bed were to sleep so not apologize

I understand your concern and I will try to find myself apartment and a job in order not to give you more problems “ He look at me with a sad smile

“ Angel you are a good child I never chased you from my home

But you have the opportunity in the future to leave it would be better . I hope God will hello you on your journey and will give you a bit of happiness you deserved more than anything “.

“ thank you uncle for everything “