I was twenty... or twenty-five, or more, or less... It doesn't matter! I wanted to live but I didn't know why to live, or how to live. I was looking for. I searched until anguish, bumping into the mirages of my deserts

Gabriela: You didn't tell him?!

Me: Tell me what?!

Gabriela: I'm pregnant!

Me: So what?!

I knew what she meant exactly but the information wouldn't enter my brain.

Gabriela: Are you dumb or what?! I'm pregnant with Ken! I am expecting a child from him!

Ken: Shut up! What do you want ?! He said shouting

Me: I slowly turned back to Ken. How come Ken?!

Gabriela: We...