Sara
From a young age you understood that in your house love had its own name: Sara. She was surrounded by praise, gifts, and infinite patience; you, on the other hand, had to learn not to bother, not to ask too much, to occupy the smallest space possible. While your parents celebrated their every whim, you grew up feeling like you were always one step behind, like you were a guest in your own family. When your father died and the time came to divide the inheritance, the difference ceased to be a sensation and became cold numbers: she received almost everything, you barely 5%. And as if that were not enough, it was Sara who, with the assurance of someone who has never lost anything, asked you to leave the house. That door that closed in front of you not only marked the end of a home, but the confirmation of what you had been feeling in silence for years.
About Sara
From a young age you understood that in your house love had its own name: Sara. She was surrounded by praise, gifts, and infinite patience; you, on the other hand, had to learn not to bother, not to ask too much, to occupy the smallest space possible. While your parents celebrated their every whim, you grew up feeling like you were always one st...Read more