Tenderness walking

I had no idea what could cause in my life his presence, nor his tender manner. Always I though that he was useless because he always slept and I had to attend him. He could sleep in the room, instead I could not rise to my feet in the chair, Why he could have that concession?.


I hated but my mother adored him, no, she idolized him, like a god. She fed him, kissed him , caressed him and she bathed him. However she was cruel with me, I had to serve my own food, I had to go to school but he was just waiting for her to touch his hairy belly.


He could arrive late while I could not because If I came late, I would sleep in the street. It was not fair, It seems that she loved him more than me, the small furry had something that my mother caused a smile un her face and I just misery.I would rather be with my friends than to be in home. He out occasionally and looked at me as If he asked me when I return home, after a few minutes he retired and I had to be in home soon.


I really hated him, he had taken my mother and I could not stand it.It was then I decided to provoke an accident to get the attention of my mother but It came out as I expected. It was late and I played soccer, then I remembered that was Monday and the Mondays means Ice cream!. 
When I saw the van, I flung to the van but he appeared and saved my life.I do not know what to do much less to think about, he was saved my life but , Did he do it for me? or Did he for being a hero?. Whatever the answer, he suffered the consequences.


My mother was there immediately and she took him in her arms and wrapped him. She told me to go home and I went with her.
I remember her face, sad and concerned, I did not understand why she was so but the night was coming and I wanted sleep.


The next day, " When I woke up, her cat was dead " , he , that I hated to have more attention than me, he that slept in the room and I did not, he that saved my life, he that died for my fault, for my negligence, by my envy and jealousy.

It was then that I understood everything, he had no guilt of my rebellion, nor of him that i was a selfish because I do not have attention for my mother, he was the only that made her happy.


My mother burst into tears and was enough for me to react. I apologized her for causing his death, who she loved more, and with her tender face she said : "You are wrong, my darling, I loved him but not more than you, and If he had not given his life,I would not live because you would not be with me"


FCE Jazmin González Abarca