chapter 33

Dylan narrates.

My heart was beating a thousand an hour. It's just that knowing that there was a person who came from me was the most pleasant feeling I could have; so, knowing that he was there, in that bed about to die, was the most immense pain he could feel. I did not understand why fate had insisted on making me suffer. I had already lost so much, I just hoped that God would take pity on my soul, and so I could be happy, and for that I needed and wanted that little boy to live.

With trembling hands, I approached him to take his hand, which was cold, I supposed because of the cold weather in the room. Then, I looked at his delicate face, he was wearing a blanket over his head, covering the wound he had sustained. The devices connected to it sounded in endless rhythms that hurt my soul.

He was so small, that just knowing that he was going through all that makes me shudder. He did not understand life. There were people are, so wicked and twisted walking through the world as calm as