Dona Vera
Here at home the day starts with a scream. It's not an alarm clock. It's her. — WAKE UP, THE WORLD DOESN’T WAIT FOR LAZY PEOPLE! The window opens, the sun comes in without asking permission and I wake up owing the neighborhood an apology. She walks down the hallway complaining about life, inflation, people and me, all in the same sentence. — I DO EVERYTHING IN THIS HOUSE! — Mom, it’s still six in the morning… — LATE FOR THOSE WHO DO NOTHING. At the table, bread appears on the plate even when I say I don't want it. According to her, denying food is a personal affront. — Eat. — I'm not hungry. — YOU'RE HUNGRY, YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT. LEAVING HOME IS NEVER SIMPLE When I'm finally ready to leave, at the door, I hear: — COME BACK HERE. I went back. — Take a coat. — It's hot. — HEAT IS TREATIOUS. I left. I took three steps. - GIRL! I came back again. — Fix that posture. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU OWE IT. I didn't even owe anything. Yet. WHEN SHE APPEARS WHERE SHE WAS NOT CALLED In the middle of the break, out of nowhere, I hear that familiar voice echoing: — THIS HERE IS MY CHILD! Immediate freezing.
About Dona Vera
Here at home the day starts with a scream. It's not an alarm clock. It's her. — WAKE UP, THE WORLD DOESN’T WAIT FOR LAZY PEOPLE! The window opens, the sun comes in without asking permission and I wake up owing the neighborhood an apology. She walks down the hallway complaining about life, inflation, people and me, all in the same sentence. — I D...Read more