Well, I succeeded. I packed the first box. The denial stopped working when my mother began to fill the carton with the room and we shouted us to keep our stuff if we did not want to throw it all away. Not that I know I have to do is just do not want to leave the house where I grew up, and I can not imagine life without my tower, roof, the window of the room you started writing .. .
never liked me to say goodbye. Proof of this is that as a child I would hide in the moments of parting it made me want to mourn and not leave until it was too late to sentimentality, with the possibility of simply waving your hand, dodging glances, mitigate some pain.
With the threat of my mother ringing in her head I decided to pack first thing I look more important, that is, made sure my story. Between are stored tiliches newspapers since I was 6 years old, never forget you ever waited for Peter Pan came to my window the other day and I have written throughout my life. The red bag with which I went to kindergarten, the stick he gave me Emmanuel, the pictures I took of my friends at school that I wanted and the messages that I wrote my colleagues when, by the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, we graduated from high school.
With the threat of my mother ringing in her head I decided to pack first thing I look more important, that is, made sure my story. Between are stored tiliches newspapers since I was 6 years old, never forget you ever waited for Peter Pan came to my window the other day and I have written throughout my life. The red bag with which I went to kindergarten, the stick he gave me Emmanuel, the pictures I took of my friends at school that I wanted and the messages that I wrote my colleagues when, by the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, we graduated from high school.
And above all I made sure to save the old letters that due to my inability to throw anything that anyone I write, will store my entire life. Ah, the old love letters returned to rumble ... the heart that is turned into a pile of pinole. Wonder is not worth what I lost but I understand why.
Anyway, I thought all this time I took to read my paper and keep it from moving that it seems almost a nightmare, so I refuse entirely to pursue this matter in obedience to my impulses of nostalgia . If you're going to go through this bitter pill things should be as simple as in the cartoons: a cloth patch attached to a broomstick to take a sandwich, some clean underwear and a blanket. Nothing more.
Anyway, I thought all this time I took to read my paper and keep it from moving that it seems almost a nightmare, so I refuse entirely to pursue this matter in obedience to my impulses of nostalgia . If you're going to go through this bitter pill things should be as simple as in the cartoons: a cloth patch attached to a broomstick to take a sandwich, some clean underwear and a blanket. Nothing more. 
wash wrists also bring fear to the new house mites. I felt like back to childhood watching the way my mother, in an act of savagery, he stuck his head in his socks on the ground so they would not have anything on their faces. After seeing the machine I was a good weird, looking to pass the soap, imagining that my babies had to hate me throughout the process. Good news came out very nice and you forgave me.
And that's how pass my days, despite my resistance and my fear of starting a new life, Do you promise to come with me?
Anabel
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