I looked at the side of my bed, caressing it while imagining some things that would make me feel happy.

 

But even my own imagination feels like betraying me, telling that this is my reality and there is nothing that I can do with that.

 

I even ask god, do I deserve to suffer for the second time around?

 

Or maybe I wasn't that deserving to be happy, because after all the sacrifices that I did, all of them are just a lesson and decision that I need to do.

 

I lay on the left side of my bed, hugging the polo shirt of my husband. 

 

Leion will become my...