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Part one
LILIBETH PALMER
Just like when you don't know what to say in a letter and you've already torn up five sheets of paper on the floor, that's how I'm feeling trying to start this story. And yes, I know logically you have to start from the beginning, but right now I don't even remember what that was. So, I'll tell you a bit about myself as it comes to mind... how this madness began.
Well, I was married, or so it seemed. Things weren't going well no matter how hard I tried, so I decided to leave the country, almost without him noticing, so I could leave peacefully, although with a broken heart, leaving my kids behind. I'll tell you more about him later.
My name is Lilibeth Palmer, everyone calls me Lili, and here I go, trying to make a new life far from a man who only sees me as a useless woman, using me his way for years. I always wanted a career, to be independent, but circumstances took me far from that. I love green apples, grapes, peanut butter, watching movies and series, and if they're horror, even better.
Through a sister-in-law, I'm almost in the beautiful country of Spain, I know nothing about it, only what I've seen on TV. I hate flying, I'm terrified of heights, and firearms, although I love white weapons, I've always wanted a zanpakutō (katana). As I said, I'm afraid of flying, so I'm currently sitting with my eyes closed, feeling queasy, and my legs are shaking like jelly.
A voice announces our arrival, talks about seatbelts, and I just pray for the plane to land before I faint or make a mess. A young flight attendant approaches me, dressed in a white shirt with a red tie, black skirt, and red shoes, with a nice smile.
"Is everything okay, ma'am?" -Damn, I look like a ma'am, really?-
"The bathroom, please." -That's all that comes out of my mouth without making a mess.
The young woman helps me get up and walk to my destination. As I arrive, I let out a sigh of relief... Oh God, I hope the next time I get on a plane it's to return to my kids and not set foot in this machine again. I'm afraid of heights, enclosed spaces... I'm a disaster.
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