Inside the house was the fool as always eating, I smile when I see him, with his mouth full he hurries to get up, his hug almost takes the air out of me. He spins me, "you've come back ... You've come back lethal," he puts me on the floor and I can't stand laughing, "fucking mother…you're hotter," he looks at me strangely, and I rolls my eyes.
"You have to say something to break the charm," I put my hands on my hips, "I've always been good," I wink.
"Yes, I see that you have not changed anything," he smiles. Clara approach us, looking affectionately to my son.
"What's that thing?" Loan asks as if my son is the baddest thing in the world.
“First of all, he's not a thing, he's my brown, more respect when you talk to him or he will hurt you.”
My friend looks at me in amazement, “silly Aaiiss is the son of ..."
“Of mine,” I interrupt my idiot friend, “he’s my son, yes,” I nod, “from the lethal and if you mess with him ufff, I'm not going to tell you,” my two friends look at each other and the three women look at me, “stop looking and come and eat, I'm starving.” My son, like the spoiled one he is, passes in everyone's arms, smiling because they didn't attack me, or at least for now, I look at all of them, and it's great to be back.
“Today we have an exhibition in Atlapa, will you join us?” Asks Carla, “it is free access, you only pay 50 dollars and you can sell your paintings, Aunt Camilla is going.” I look at my mother who smiles happily at my son, I can't imagine anything that could destroy the moment.
"If mom is going,” I shrug, “I have no reason staying here, after all, I've come to spend time with her and help her with everything." My mother now looks at me with bright eyes.
"Say no more," my aunt Lourdes applauds, getting up from the table, “have you brought the nude painting?"
I smile, “yes, I brought it here to leave it here, when I return to Italy I will not take it with me, you can use it to attract people or sell it if you wish." My aunt nods not very convinced. That no one mentions Kahin or even Loan makes me feel very strange.
"Okay, we have two hours to go," my mother gives me the baby, "I'll go change." I watch them go.
"Zaza, I have to go honey," Loan kisses his girlfriend on the lips, “see you at the exhibition,” he winks.
"I'll go fuck," Randon snorts, "I need it," laughing, I give him a shove when he approaches me.
“You are unpleasant, get out of my sight,” laughing he leaves, I sigh and look at my baby while I smile, it was not as bad as I thought my return would be, everything is the same as before.
"Now that there is no one, could you tell me what the hell happened?" I look at my friend because of her tone. "Are you crazy? Have you hidden your son from Kahin and do you plan to continue doing so?”
Covering her mouth so that she does not scream, I look at her with warning, "stop screaming damn it. Why are you attacking me without asking? I had no choice, he hurt me, I can't say anything to him and neither are you going to tell him,” my son yawns. I sit on a sofa then bringing out my breast from my clothe, I feed him, “you're not going to say anything to your zazo, I don't care if he thinks that he is from another man, but Kahin Hamann will not know of my son's existence.”
My friend stiffens her expression, “you want the world to burn and with you in it. You are crazy, you have given him a father who is not his, he has his father, he has someone to answer for him."
Growling, I get closer to her face, “if you don't know how things are, shut your mouth," I growled at her.
"Then explain the fucking thing," she raises her voice.
"What if ... I've not come home!" I say sarcastically.
"Girls," my mother enters from the kitchen and we shut up immediately, “don't start fighting, whatever it is, I know you can solve it without screaming.”
Looking at my friend with accusing eyes, I force her to close her mouth, "it's not that mom, it's just that the baby needs to sleep here at home and not on the move, he's only two months old and it's not good for him."
My mother smiles, “you can go with my paintings and I'll stay with him, when he's well rested, I'll catch up with you."
I look at her not very convinced, “are you sure about that mom?" She nods and caresses the cheek of my son who gets angry instantly.
"Oh dear, what happened to him?" Mom asks.
I try to reassure her, “he doesn't have a good temper mom," I smile to her.
"Come on, like one I know," step on my friend’s foot to silence her.
“Okay mom, I'll let him sleep so you don't do it,” my mother kisses me on the forehead, “do not believe that I have come just for you to take care of my son,” my mother rolls her eyes and smiles, I watch her go, I love seeing her like this, smiling authentically.
The hours pass and with it comes the time of the exhibition, we are all in the Atlapa convention centers, positioned. As always the place is overflowing with people.
"This is amazing, this year we will do better than previous years," assures my aunt, “I hate being so separated from you, but I know you will be able to carry out Camilla's collection,” my aunt places all her trust in us.
“Thank you aunt, we will try to be up to the task, you know that it is not the same as the author explains it, but mom spoke to us and explained everything related to the issues,” my aunt nods with a smile on her lips, without holding back any longer, I hug her, “I missed you so much,” her kiss on my head makes me hiccup.
“And we miss you very much, but look,” she separates me from her, “you have brought us a precious gift that we will love even more than you, you have made us grandmothers,” she winks.
"Come on, stop," my friend asks with tears in her eyes, “I don't want to ruin the makeup,” she fans with her hands, laughing I hug her.
"Good luck aunt, see you later," my aunt gives us a kiss and goes to her place.
The beginning of the exhibitions has arrived, everything is going well, as always, Kahin's drawing attracts people and I am amused by the lust that most women give off.
"Fuck, I pressed."
Picking up my hair for the heat, I look at my friend, “go, I'll be able to do it alone, just don't delay." My friend leaves and I curse when the hair falls back on my shoulders. Picking it up again and tying it with the same hair, I smile when it stays still.
"My God!" I hear people screaming behind my back, smiling I turn around and the stupid hair cascades over my shoulders and my back, when I finish turning, my heart no longer beats, my breath does not exist, my senses disappear and the world around me fades. The chill that seizes my body is so violent that I feel cold sweat, the color that existed in my body is distilled, the firm ground that is under my feet shakes so abruptly that I shake with it, my chest still without breathing, it goes up and down only by inertia, my smile freezes but I don't lose it. What I feel does not have an exact explanation.