TAKEN BY THE MAFIOSO

- Let's wait a little longer... - I heard my uncle say, we were both looking at my mother in bed getting sick, until she started foaming at the mouth, I got out of her embrace, with her staring at both of us, I ran out in desperation screaming for help. - Help, help, help, help, my mother's in distress! - I shouted for all the neighbors to hear, but in vain knocking on all the doors in despair, some came out, others didn't, they were just a group of curious people who had formed at the door of the house, in the end no one really had any interest in helping.

- Diana! - I saw Uncle Tales standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets calling me close to them, with a serious look on his face - Diana is hopeless! - I froze at that moment, what did he mean by there's no way out? I looked at my uncle who crossed the street towards me, and once again patiently took my hand and looked into my eyes. - What do you mean? - He interrupted me at that moment, nodding. - Your mother has just passed away my dear! - I looked at him, something surged inside me, pain and regret surged when I heard the news, tears welled up in my eyes, falling without stopping, I denied it couldn't be true, maybe it was really because of regret or just the loss, the truth is that the last words I said to my mother was that I hated her, I called her a liar, I want to know who my father is, about him and once again as always she refused to tell me.

I was tired of asking, of always questioning and she never told me who he was, where he went, there were only a few memories left, which I was already forgetting, and as always she ran away, refusing to give me the answers that were important to me. But seeing her lifeless, was too painful, she was all I had in life, my mother, she was always the one who would pick me up at the police station, or at school after a fight and/or suspension, she was always trying to make me see life from other angles, and I refused. I looked at her lifeless body, she was no longer there with me.

That same day the people from the Medico-Legal Institute came, they packed him up and removed his body, I watched everything from the bedroom door, and once again as always gentle, I saw my uncle calling them in the corner to give him some cash, Uncle Thalles was always great to me, but I always saw him only as an uncle, and for someone who longs for the return of his father to pick him up, a stepfather was not enough, I need to know about my father, who is he? What is his name? What does he like to do? If I am like him, because I am very different in everything from my mother, from physical appearance, to personality, we were always in conflict. Why did he never come after me? But the main thing, why is he gone? It didn't take long for the funeral to be organized, after the goodbyes, once again I was embraced by some acquaintances, neighbors, my closest colleagues, most of the time I was wrapped in hugs by my uncle.

- Do you know what was the last thing I said to your mother? - I nodded, it was a gray day and it was raining a little. - That everything will go on just the same, only now I will take care of you, and you will take care of me. - I smiled weakly, my face heavy at that man who was always there, with yellowish skin, green eyes, light hair, a little chubby, I loved my mother, but the secret around my father tortures me, every memory I try hard to remember, they flee from me, I was forgetting everything about him, I only had the black stone ring on my finger left in my memory, worse than the only person I had left, I lost without knowing how to give him due value, she took the most important secret of my life to the grave. Everything about my father!

Two months passed quickly after his death, and really nothing changed, except for the lack of her, my uncle really cared for me. - Diana, wake up for breakfast! - I had been awake for a while, just updating my playlist to listen to my biology and English classes, since at least this one I passed, after my mom left, I left the parties and the mess aside, my eighteenth birthday would come in a week, I added dark tones to my closet, lately some slow songs come to me and I keep turning everything over in my mind not to forget my dad, and now her, my mom.

- Ready for today? - I asked excitedly, until she points with her chin across the street, I didn't look, I always knew who it was, he was always there watching us. - Let's forget it, I don't want to look at this idiot's face any time soon. - I walked arm in arm with my friend, going towards the classroom, in fact, forgetting Paulo, my first passion in life was not easy, but after spreading to everyone at school that he was my first man, he lost my heart, it was so close, so easy, he threw it away, with the loss of my mother, we drifted further and further apart, he tried a reconciliation, but for me, I only saw an idiot in front of me.