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The Thread of life

Chapter 4 .

Word Count: 1366    |    Released on: 25/07/2023

s without her needing to call him. It was something that cam

o know her better and above all to make her laugh

ked at him confused, not knowing if his question had embarrassed him or if he wa

" she

E

ng with football

n the youth team of a very important team down town, but I don't feel like leaving my family. Of course, I've always dreamed of leaving my sm

eek: "What you think is very noble, but I think your parents have made too many sacrifices to see you sp

dn't

n. Dad always says that before you make others wear the oxygen mask, you should do it. That way when you become a famous footballer -

truck Mateo: who at the age of fifte

ing with everything she had told him."You're right," he repl

ilent and played with the hair band she kept on he

t's not me we'r

n down the footballer's spine. "You must go, Mateo. Acc

fia

are talk abo

ut

st make your d

uld too,

e of her broken family that was destroying her, confusing her. Mateo only wanted Sofia to take the reins of her destiny into her own hands, to fi

e a puppet, letting her decide for her what sc

subservien

t know how to fr

t her" he muttered t

ha

to face yo

shiv

the last villain in that damn video game that you can't finish f

lt tha

breath, getting up from that meadow a

fia

old you that it's not m

you so afra

vil!" she thought, not daring

he wind caressed her face, wiping away the one tear she had managed to shed without being noticed by the boy who c

hell was

she had heard from her classmates, almost all of whom were in the throes of their first crushe

was how

enly she

d her out of that world

inkled her eyes and tried to listen to the woman's words that were slowly becoming clear; but she did not have time to open her mout

an scream that came out of the young girl's throat, scaring

ce

the strength the young woman needed. He was right, she absolutely had to gain strength and try to rebel

ld her the e

, Sofia deserved nothing, s

her daughter had time to push her a

" shouted the woman, who remained interjected f

the door, and sobbed as her mother sensed that s

ng h

up, opened the door and asked the w

was the w

of Maria that was preparing to attack again; the daughter, however,

o you! Do you resent me because I look like Dad? Or maybe because I was born and ruine

still not knowin

pertinent

o the cold and snow: she looked at her with disgust, spat at her, and before closing the door in

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