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I separated the pictures from the ones from the damn Combo so that I could
give those back to my cousin. I put the others ones below my mattress.
Everyone was behind my door, lost in their own thoughts. Meanwhile I
rolled up in a sheet of inexistence that accompanied me.
That afternoon I woke up hungry. The first thing on my mind, however,
was not food but the pictures and my experience of that morning. It is still
the first thing I think of when I wake up. I heard voices so I got close to the
door to try and make them out. It was my family who’d gotten together in
the kitchen and living room. I had to go to the bathroom really bad but I
didn’t want to face them. I wasn’t in the mood to answer all their questions.
I waited as much as I could. They were all talking and when I opened the
door they stopped and looked at me. They looked at me like I was from
another world. I lowered my head and without saying a word I went to the
bathroom. I didn’t hear them talk while I was there but when I got out they
all looked at me again in a very strange manner. “Mamá I’m hungry” was
the first thing I said. After breaking the ice they all asked me how I was
feeling. I told them I was all right but still a little confused. Mamá and
some of my aunts warmed up some food and my cousins accompanied me
to the living room. The strange this was that they were treating me like I
was handicapped, as if I couldn’t walk, and held me by my arms. Truth be
told I was feeling pretty disoriented and a little dizzy, but maybe it was just
that I was hungry.
I noticed they were all anxious, they wanted to hear about what had
happened. One of my cousins started the interrogation in a very
inappropriate manner and the others followed. The asked me everything
and then some. The one who started said he wanted to see the pictures. I
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