Episode 2

Half an hour, what can I do to make 30 minutes pass quickly?

I took my phone in my hands, not knowing what to do. I opened a gossip app, but didn't see anything interesting. I looked around my friend's office for something different, but nothing, the same paintings, diplomas, and her degree.

I ended up standing in front of a diagram of the male and female reproductive system, unconsciously touching my belly while murmuring, "I wish you were here."

Finally, I made a call to the hotel, asking anything nonsensical, and that's how I passed the minutes...

I saw my friend come in with an envelope in her hands. I was so excited that I didn't notice her apologetic look.

"Let's sit down," she said. I immediately obeyed.

"So?" I was desperate, waiting only for the good news that would confirm that my discomfort was caused by a being growing inside me.

Camila held out the envelope, which I opened urgently. I read as quickly as possible, and my spirits fell along with the sparkle in my eyes and my smile.

NEGATIVE

It was the third attempt at pregnancy, the third artificial insemination in six months. After the first failed attempt, my friend reorganized and planned the methods she would use again. After the second failure, she said it was more common than people thought. If the first one didn't work, the second one was almost certain to be the same, statistics said so, but the third one was very likely to be the one. Everything was planned and meticulously calculated, there was no room for errors, or well, there shouldn't be.

"Zary, I'm sorry," my friend said, wiping away a tear that inadvertently rolled down my cheek. "I failed you. I don't know, I really don't know what happened. I... I'm sorry, I don't know what to say."

"It's not your fault," I said sincerely in a subdued voice. "Maybe it's just my destiny."

"Don't say that," Camila replied, raising her voice. "We did the pertinent studies, checked every aspect, and had every possibility on our side. Honestly, I don't know what the hell happened?"

"Calm down," I said, managing a sad smile. "It's not your fault, I would never think it was. It just... it just happened," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh, Zary," she came closer and put her arms around me. "You're my little sister, the most important thing I have, and I swear I won't rest until I see you completely exhausted from carrying a four-kilo baby in your belly, and I'll laugh when I see you suffer in your labor."

A small smile escaped my mouth as I stroked her hair and said, "Promise?"

"Promise," she replied.

We agreed to do new studies, so I stayed another hour in this hospital. In two days I would return for the results.

"Wait a little longer and I'll take you to the hotel."

"No, thank you, I'll go with Abraham." Camila twisted her mouth. She does it every time she hears about my boyfriend, I even think she does it more out of habit than anything else. "It's what I need."

"Okay, but tonight I'll come over and we'll drink a bottle of your Galli reserve, no excuses, we both need it."

"I'll put it to chill," I said as we hugged again and said goodbye.

Camila and I met in school while we were in High School, she was a very serious and studious girl, a total Ned, on the other hand, I was more than excited to make friends in this new continent, but as always, for people being different is enough excuse to make fun of someone, I suffered bullying for my accent and customs, besides being a pretty girl (I don't say it, I have been told many times), the popular girl in school was against me all those years.

It was during a chemistry class, I as always offered to help the teacher and while I was carrying some samples someone tripped me and I fell flat throwing everything I had in my hands on Camila, the laughter was not long in coming and I totally embarrassed helped her to go to the bathroom to clean herself

"I'm sorry it wasn't my intention"

"I'll make it up to you, I'll buy you clothes, which one do you want?, a matching one, wait for me, I'll bring it already"

I turned around and was about to leave the bathroom when she took my hand, when I saw her I saw the most sincere smile I had received since I moved to North America. She started laughing out loud, the kind that is contagious, in an instant we both ended up with tears in our eyes and stomach ache.

"I'm Camila"

"And I'm Zary"

"I love your accent"

"And I love your smile"

Since that moment we have been together, living great moments and suffering many more. A year later her parents died in a car accident, when we turned 25 the aunt she lived with also died of cancer, her only brother left since then and no one knows about him, that's why when she says that I am the only or most valuable thing she has I know she means it, although I don't consider myself that way...

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