Angel (1)

Sunday, 2011

"How did this happen? We are already fucked up the way we are with this damn cursed blood, spending piles and piles of money that we don't even have, with our health, now I have to deal with cursed sperm too? Aren't you infertile? How is that possible?"

Sitting in a chair, inside a small room, a man with his eyes closed and both hands on his face talks to a woman so beautiful that even her eyes and face, red from crying, could not disguise her beauty.

"Hic ... I don't know ... Keep it down ... Miguel is sleeping !! Hic."

"Unbelievable. This time we are really fucked up."

Rising from the table, the man heads towards an adjoining room, with his head bobbing in denial and with a puzzled look, leaving the woman sitting in the small room, crying.

"Hic."

In the other direction, there was a room with a boy apparently 12 or 13 years old, curled up in a fetal position with both hands covering his ear, and his eyes shining with tears.

Listening to his parents fighting in the bedroom was a common occurrence since he was 5 years old, when his blood type known as "Golden blood" he began to intensify his anemia more and more.

In a poor family, with just enough money for housing and food, it became extremely difficult to afford several medical appointments and medicines, resulting in stress from their parents.

With the homeowner's complaints about late rent, the hunger they felt on days when they didn't have a lot of money, even with both working every day of the week and the whole day with overtime, made her family go into great despair .

The daily fights increased their levels of stress higher and higher, and fights for trivial reasons such as delay in searching at school, lack of washing dishes, or even a simple overturned slipper , started to become more and more frequent.

Around 8 years of age, because of all the family problems, Miguel matured, and having already learned to walk from home to school alone, to make food and housework, his parents' burden was lightly eased, however ...

Listening to his parents arguing this time, there was something other than "normal".

'Will I have a brother? ... Will he be ... Cursed?'

Thinking of the difficulties that a newborn child would have to go through without being guilty of anything, the tears that were shining in his eyes began to spill over and over on his face.

"Hic Hic"

'No ... I need to do something ...'

"Hic. Ouch ..."

'That damn headache that doesn't go away ... Damn ...'

"Hic"

'Yes ... I'm going to ask them again to get into a part-time government job, if they don't accept it again, I'll need to somehow forge their signatures ... Yes, the only way get more money, is that I helping my parents by working in some way. '

'That's it ... I'll do it ... whether they like it ... or not ... "

Feeling his head spin, his vision goes black, his head starts to get heavy, he closes his eyes, falls with his head on the pillow and passes out.

Monday, 2011

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

'Ouch.'

With the help of his alarm clock, waking up the next day with a headache, Miguel gets out of bed with one of his hands massaging his left temple, controlling his breathing and inspiration to relax, prepares some medicine capsules to take and starts getting ready for go to school.

"Sigh .. I hope they are not in a very bad mood today." murmurs Miguel as he thinks about his parents' argument the day before.

'Well, in the worst case I will need to ask Fabrício for help to make a paper on behalf of the school asking for the signature of those responsible, I can disguise it by putting any physical education bullshit on the first page, and from the second page onwards, put the authorization documents of parents for part-time jobs ...'

'Yes, this should work, but I need to ask to my father to sign it because the mother will definitely read all the pages.

If that also doesn't work, and they find out before I start working ... well, I'll just need to take a little beating for trying to trick both of them, it's not that bad.'

'For me to be totally safe, I can start wearing my 4 underpants together with my jeans starting today, and when I go to take the beating, I cry louder than normal, pretending it hurt a lot, and run quickly to mine room.'

'Yes, this should also work as a backup plan ... '

"ha ha. damn .. sometimes I am impressed by my genius"

Finishing getting ready for school, and devising his infallible plan, Miguel begins to head to the kitchen for breakfast, and there he finds his parents, in their work clothes, eating.

"Good morning dad, good morning mom"

"Good morning son" both reply, his mother with a weak smile but with heavy dark circles, and his father just looks at him with a distant expression.

His mother starts to serve his breakfast, while Miguel takes a deep breath and looks at his parents.

"Dad, mom, I haven't had any problems with headaches, dizziness and the like for some time now. I wanted to know if you guys let me start part-time work and start saving some money for college or something later. I swear I will continue to study without missing any classes, and getting good grades. This will not hinder me at all. Please. "

Looking into their parents' eyes, with a confident and fearless look, their parents stop what they are doing for a moment, and start looking at each other with great regret.

Her mother got a little teary-eyed and tried to hide it by turning her face, stood up to the kitchen sink and without saying anything started to wash some cutlery, plates and cup she had used.

Your father forces a smile on your face.

"Son, it would be great for you to start collecting your money ... But because of your anemia, Dr. wants you to rest as long as possible to avoid further complications. Even if you are not feeling anything now, if you are trying too hard the pain can come back, or you can even faint in the middle of the street, hit your head or worse.

Don't worry about your college money, your mom and I are going to fix this, okay? And it's too early for you to be thinking about it haha. ​​"

"Dad .. What if I really want this?"

Her mother stops washing, and starts walking straight to her room, hiding her face, with her hand over her mouth. While his father removes his forced smile from his face, he finishes his coffee cup, gets up from the table and starts walking towards his room. As imperceptible as it was, Miguel still saw his slightly watery eyes as he looked down at him.

"Miguel, don't make me repeat myself. It's already settled. Finish your breakfast and go to school."

"OK."

Being left alone in the living room, Miguel watches his father enter the same room where his mother previously entered.

'Well ... It happened as expected. Similar to the last time I asked. I will continue with the plan.

Sorry dad, sorry mom ... but I will not leave this burden for you to carry alone, even if I have to cheat and make you a little sad ... '

With a sad but determined face, Miguel starts to eat his breakfast, to leave for school and make his preparations.