After drying my hair dark brown, I

1. APRIL ONCE
I wake up and open my eyes slowly, taking in the bright light coming through the window of my room. The lace curtains that my mother sewed, whimsical drawings projected on the walls and wooden floors. Long ago my mother no longer sew. Just yes I recognized, while vague in the hands of unconsciousness, mixing reality with memories of his childhood.
It's a beautiful morning in the month of April. April 11, to be exact. lighting plus Today fulfill my father 69 years old, if not a fucking cancer and had taken him six months ago. I have a feeling that the "planets" lighting plus have lined up to me every day existence more complicated.
I am filled with frustration at not being able to celebrate with him and my mother And, God I feel so alone! I'm so lonely! Lately I have taken over loneliness and apathy equally and while I think about it, I go to the bathroom because I need to take a good shower drains all my sadness.
After the shower I feel a little better. And the hot water acts as a balm that heals wounds, including lighting plus deeper. Those installed in the depths of the soul. Then, wrapped in my soft pink bathrobe and a towel on her head, I turn to the small kitchen of the apartment I have rented in a poor neighborhood of Madrid. This is located on the fourth floor of an old building lighting plus with no elevator, small but very bright. This and the fact that the rent charged each month Luís me, my home, allowing me to make ends meet has made me decide to rent it. In addition to my room, the bathroom and the kitchen has a small living room with two large windows which fall uncensored, the sun and the everyday noises of the small square where numerous shops share space with games and laughter of children.
In the kitchen, I prepare coffee with toast and while I extend a thin layer of blackberry jam, I can not prevent me from escaping a big sigh. I remember my grandmother Manuela and taught me how to prepare it in the people's house where we spent the summer holidays. I seem to be smelling the aroma of the berries with sugar, caramelizándose on fire ... As I like to remain a little girl!
I end up drinking coffee, looking out the kitchen window, lost in my thoughts and noticing as the sunlight caught the roofs and roofs. I love to see the roofs and roofs of the houses opposite. There is something magical lighting plus in the roofs. I do not know where exactly, but I love them.
Back in my room, I open the doors of my chaotic closet and I honestly do not take long to choose what I am going to wear. Always seen me easily and for this occasion I opted for jeans, a white shirt, gray jacket and slippers of the same color. I seem to see, right now, as it moves from side to side its lovely head, my friend Rachel ravishing and sexy. Laying eyes and tell me that's not the kind of clothes you saw a secretary. Since we met in the "Institute of European Secretariat", one of the most prestigious schools for secretaries of Madrid, I've been listening day after day, as it messes with my form ready.
After drying my hair dark brown, I'll pick it up in a high ponytail. I applied a touch of pastel pink gloss on her lips and a generous spray it on my neck cologne. Long time do not let me select anything. I do not normally makeup. Only when Rachel plays at being the fairy godmother and tries to transform like Cinderella before we go to "hunt", as she calls it, for the hot clubs of Madrid.
I just need one thing to be fully ready. Also I feel unprotected without them, almost like I'm naked in the middle lighting plus of the street. I miss "my glasses" ... The black rimmed glasses, hiding some big brown eyes and I have always marked as an unequivocal sign of my identity.
I wear and do nothing, I have certain d