Chapter 6. The Park Second Part.

Dear reader, before moving forward with events that took place in The Park, and all of the things they conversed about, we must imperiously highlight how Margarita’s morning went; all of her feelings and thoughts that took space in her mind and noble heart, and how, they made some effect in the following events that will narrate in its due time and space, in the meantime, please, allow me to continue in this order of ideas and events.

As we have already mentioned, that morning was particularly gloomy, not only because winter was around the corner, but actually, despite that, the ambiance was rather unusual everywhere. Normally by then, everyone would have started collocating some Christmas ornaments and playing Christmas songs in their place, such as businesses, and homes. But this year none of this was happening, probably because of economic reasons, or some other factors may have some influence or participation, in any case, there was no any trace of the wintry feeling nor Christmas…

It is necessary to say that, her home was located in one of the most fancy parts of the city, and of the highest parts as well. If we take into account that, her house was surrounded mostly by pines, and a diverse sort of trees, plus the natural weather of the season, moreover, that the atmosphere was peculiarly special in that year, there was nothing, but a sensation of sadness in her house, not only due to all of the reasons we talked about already, but also due to the argument between her parents last night.

If we remember well, she was profoundly worried because her dad had just gone home, and the last words she heard from her were “just fine”, but why these words made a deep echo in her mind? The reason is rather simple to answer.

“Fine” simply stands for passive action, in other words, it is like if we leave all things into God’s hand, or life’s hands, and do not take a real role or action in the events we have triggered. For her “fine” does not involve a real desire nor action to solve the issues, or problems that everyone struggles with. So for her, it was as if her father had stopped loving her mother, and was leaving everything to fate, and not being the architect of fate.

After getting up from bed, the first thing she did, was going out of her bedroom and see if her father was there at their home. He was there. She saw her sleeping in the living room.

He was covering himself with a tiger-patterned blanket, that typical blanket that almost every Mexican family has or has had. It seems that he had arrived quite tired, either because he had walked a lot, or because everything that happened the night before had been very exhausting for him.
She went up to him, gave him a hug and a sweet and tender kiss on his forehead as she was murmuring “What I relief you are here Daddy… Don’t leave us… I love you”.

After that, she went back to her room, with a rather sad smile. It was a hodgepodge of emotions that were rising in her heart. One of the most remarkable things about her was that, she kept a diary in which, she used to write, not like how a given day went, but the emotions that took possession of her soul, and the intensity of them.

Once she was there again, she watched her phone on the floor and quickly observed that there were a few messages from her boyfriend. She read them, and she only managed to smile and say sweetly and with a delicate voice "Thank you for being with me”