Nostalgia and joy at being remembered for what I was when I hadn't experienced so much suffering, completely overcame me. I smiled at the girl who had struggled with my training and had recognized me, even though it's been years and I'm so different."I doubt I'm as good as you say. But, thank you." i say smiling at her."I'm sorry to tell you this, when I know you haven't been able to follow your dream after that accident. But, can you teach me?" the girl asks smiling at me to the point, of showing me her dimples."What do you say?" I ask surprised by her proposal."My family is looking for a trainer. The previous one, left town as he got a great opportunity. So, practical alone, when I need a lot of help. So, I would like to know could you help me? My family could pay well." says the girl and I hesitate."I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm qualified. I haven't trained for years, I've lost the skills and I have no way to show you how to do it." I whisper.

I take a deep breath, so as not to feel bad for foolish words and when I am about to leave, Esteban enters in annoyance, followed by Camilo and David who tries to stop him."Listen, Mrs. You, you don't know how much...""You don't know, Esteban and you don't need to know. Let's go, there's nothing to do here" I say trying to avoid a bigger problem."Miss, wait a minute can you give us a week's trial? If she gets better in that week, we'll answer it, do you think?""No" I say determined."I beg your pardon?" asks the man confused as the wife next to him, snorts in annoyance."You may see me less because I don't have a foot. But, I wasn't an unimportant skater. I got awards for what I know and I'm not going to belittle that, by giving away my time. You guys, even though you shouldn't do it, do it.>> But, that doesn't mean that I will accept to see myself less because I am looked down upon by people who don't know me and shouldn't define me in an offensive word. That, would give them a

How does it feel to be kissed with love? How does it feel to be made love to by loving your imperfections? If someone had told me that the boy I made in a game kiss my brother, out of revenge, would help me face my fears and make me feel loved like he did, I wouldn't have believed him.Julian, he was so attached to my soul that I had not been able to get over his death. I felt that he was the only one who could understand me and who would help me move forward. But, now I understand that I just needed to treasure the memories I had lived with him and let him go, grateful for what I had lived.Now, I was ready to open myself up to a serious relationship and with the person who was willing to do it, he looked at me as if I was perfect. I try to cover myself when my wounds on my abdomen are exposed, but he caresses and kisses them in a tender way that touches me."Don't be ashamed with me, Sofia. If we're here, it's because we're ready for this," Esteban says and my heart races."Can I do

I was too embarrassed and the worst part was that I couldn't escape the embarrassment I was going to experience when I came downstairs. So, I take a deep breath and walk down the stairs careful not to trip and make my life more embarrassing.When I go downstairs, Esteban is not there and that turns the attention to me. Aninka, she is the first to strike."Are you all right, Sofia?" asks Aninka in a mocking tone."I'm fine, and you, Aninka? You threw up a lot to be so calm today." I reply and everyone smiles at my counterattack."Well, my stomach is terrible. But, I'm glad you're in a good mood. Unlike yesterday, you're glowing and...marked. I'll have to tell my brother that when he grabs your wrists, not to leave marks" she teases."Don't talk, Aninka. You're the one with the most secrets here.""Now that's interesting" Camilo teases and we both roll our eyes at that."Well, we'd better eat first. There are several things to do" says Michael.

I was exhausted, Aninka was trying hard to make the day pleasant, but, playing board games while clearing the driveway of accumulated snow, was not pleasant. And we were already about to go crazy with so much excessive merriment to ignore the inevitable: the farewell."We must stop playing this nonsense. It would be good if we rested or did anything that would help distract us without dying of boredom" commented Michael and we all nodded.We had already talked too much to not know something about our lives. So, talking about the same thing, was unnecessary and what was worse, was that Aninka insisted on following the excessive excitement."Well, we could play in the snow. Throw ourselves from the second floor and climb a little" Camilo proposes and then he looks at me, as if apologizing."You mean I can't?" I ask as a challenge and Viktor smiles."Make it a challenge then. We'll see who makes snowmen and all sorts of nonsense out of snow. Whoever can stand it the most will get a rewar