Episode 1

ANALIA JEAN

I am Analia, 30 years old, I consider myself a happily married woman since I was 15, together with my beloved husband who has accompanied me all these years.

We have a 15-year-old son, Angel, who is a boy similar to me, he has the energy and sympathy that he inherited from me, he is very attractive with blue eyes and dark blond hair, very tall for his age, and a 13-year-old girl, Lorena, quiet, would be like her father, she is not very tall, long dark hair and dark eyes, she is the image of her father, but in woman, even her rare blood type inherited, not like Angel who got my blood type.

We are a typical family with the last name conjugated both mine and my husband's, Jean Canepa, we live in a residential neighborhood, of low family houses, we are not millionaires, but that does not mean that we are not happy.

All the neighbors admire how loving we are to each other. My husband Fernando Canepa, is always willing to lend a hand to anyone who asks.

The other mothers of the school are delighted to see him always when he picks up his children, he is a very attractive man at 35 years old. I never felt jealous, because I always believed in my husband's love for me.

He was the one who insisted on getting married when I got pregnant with Angel, giving him the opportunity not to, I did not want him to feel obligated. But anyway, he swore eternal love to me.

His dedication to our family is admirable, being the only one who contributes, because I left my career as a teacher, when our second daughter arrived in our lives. But we are fine with that agreement, I take care of the things of the house, of always keeping everything in order, clean and the food on time for everyone.

My husband always told me that a mother should take care of her children, not strangers who would mistreat them, that he would contribute the money and I would take care of the others.

Although my work was not seen, I was the first to get up to prepare breakfast, my children's things, for them to go to school, take them and return to clean everything before they return, do the shopping, pay the bills and go to the bank.

Help my children with their homework, take them to their extracurricular classes, return to prepare dinner and I go to bed last, leaving everything ready for the next day.

As we were having money problems, my husband decided to do Uber in his spare time, to bring an extra income and that our children do not lose their extra classes.

I admired the dedication he had for us, so I started doing long distance work online, so I could put his grain of sand.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, a typical family with common problems. Until one morning that seemed to be the same as all the others, with the children ready to go to school, saying goodbye to my husband who barely greeted me with a kiss, but I did not complain, he was like that, not very affectionate, it did not bother me, because he showed me that he loved us, for the comfortable life he gave us, he did not make us miss anything to anyone.

I take my children in my small car, I say goodbye with a kiss, warning that their father would pick them up.

I return to fulfill my usual tasks, by the way I wanted to enter to see if I received the payment for my remote work online, but my computer did not react and I realized that my husband forgot his laptop.

As he lent it to me before, I would have no problem using it.

When turning it on it had a password on it.

"How strange", I said.

He was not used to doing that.

I search among his things, until I find the agenda where he wrote down his things.

I discover what it was and I introduced it. I managed to turn it on.

"Great", I cheered.

I happily verified that the payment was deposited, I sigh relieved, with that I could collaborate in paying some things and who says we would go out to dinner as we have not done for a long time by not having a budget for it. That is what Fernando always told me.

Before turning off the laptop I notice that a message entered.

"Pick me up at the usual place"

Will it be a client?, I wonder remembering the other job, which was Uber, that my husband had, apart from the company where he worked.

"Remind me"

He wrote to him, so he would pass the information to my husband.

I notice that he took a while to respond until I received a location.

I send it to my phone, that way I would send it to my husband.

Just as I was about to write to him my cell phone rang, it was my son's teacher.

📱Hello. I answered.

📱Mrs. Analia... I'm sorry to bother you... Your husband does not answer... Angel has a fever... Can you pick him up. The teacher warned me worried.

📱I'm on my way. I answer him, cutting off the call.

I hurry to turn everything off, I arrange the laptop in its place, I take my bag, keys, my son's identification to take him to see, by his doctor.

I arrived in five minutes to the school, I ran to give notice of my arrival with the administrative so that they notify the teacher, I was annoyed by that type of bureaucracy, but that's how they handled it. After a while my son appeared next to the teacher.

He had a red face, shiny eyes, he was sweating cold.

"Treasure ... You're burning up... I'm taking you to the emergency room. I announce to him to lean on me."

"GET BETTER ANGEL... WE'LL SEE YOU SOON. The teacher said goodbye."

While my son was walking hanging from my neck, he tried to contact my husband, to warn him of the situation, without success.

"He does not answer... I'll take you to see and then I'll let him know. I tell Angel making him sit back reclined as he does not have so much energy and I pass him a bottle of cold water to take it or support on his forehead."

He only nodded without answering, he felt his throat dry and rough.

At the sanatorium the wait was long, there were many patients before us. Angel remained with his head resting on my lap, while I passed him the bottle of water to cool him.

My cell phone rang, I look for it in my bag hoping that it is my husband Fernando, but it was not so, this time it was the teacher of my daughter Lorena.

📱Mrs. Analia... Lorena is with colic... Her stomach hurts... Come for her. The teacher told me from the other side.

"THEY AGREED TO GET SICK", I thought nervously.

📱YOU CAN CALL MY HUSBAND... I AM WITH MY SON IN THE DOCTOR. I warn him.

📱Okay... I have his number. He answered me cutting off the call.

"Are you still the same treasure?... Your sister is also with stomach pain. I comment."

"It will be the one every month. He answers with a hoarse voice."

"No... It already came to her at the beginning of the month... It would be too soon. I tell him."

"Too much information." He replied with an annoyed gesture.

I kiss him on the forehead checking that he still has a fever.

My cell phone rang again.

📱Mrs. Analia... I spoke with your husband he is in a work meeting...He authorized Lorena to go home alone... As it is a few blocks away. The teacher told me.

📱She is in pain, she can not go alone... Wait... I'll see who can go to pick her up. He warned cutting off.

I search among my contacts the number of my brother-in-law, when finding it I call him and it gave me off.

On my side I had no relatives, I was an only child and my parents died a long time ago.

So I try with Fernando again.

"The teacher said that she attended to him", I remembered.

📱I'm busy. My husband answered reluctantly.

📱Lorena has colic. I clarified from the beginning, he always told me to get to the point.

📱It's nothing (He listens that he exhales heavily)... She can go home alone... Or you go to pick her up. He tells me curtly.

📱I'm at the doctor with Angel, he got a fever. He warned.

📱Okay I'll go... He said annoyed and cut off the call.

A few minutes passed and finally the doctor attended us.

"Champion... Getting taller and taller. His doctor of all his life who saw them born greets him."

"He has a fever. I warned him, he nodded checking him."

"It must be something viral, with the climate changes it is normal these days... That he takes this three times a day and this syrup every twelve hours... With that he will be fine. The doctor told me."

"What is it for doctor?. I ask."

"One for the fever and another for the throat... He has it very red with plaques... In a week he returns. He tells me."

"Thank you doctor. I say and Angel incorporates without wanting embraced again by my shoulder, he is taller than me, heavy, but a mother takes strength from wherever for her son."

"That he rest... And avoid cell phones. The doctor finally orders me."

In that my cell phone rang and I see that it is Lorena, it is seen that her father is looking for her, the teachers take out the cell phone and deliver it when they leave, so they do not get distracted in class.

📱Loren, treasure... Is your dad with you already?. I ask.

📱No (I hear her whimper, that agitated me more than I was)... He told me to lie to you, that he was looking for me and that I go home total were only a couple of blocks... But it hurts a lot, I can not walk. Listening to what my little one told me broke my heart.

Fernando encourages her to lie, how does he come up with it?

Surely he will have spoken to the administrative, she always says everything yes to him, she drools over my husband, and he takes advantage of it even if she does not correspond to him.

📱Stay where you are... Pass me your location and I'll go. I said cutting off.

"This is the last straw. I complain."

"You already know him, when he gets in work mode." Angel said with a hoarse voice in relation to his father.

I accommodate him in the car again behind and I hurry to get where Lorena's location marks me.

I arrived seeing my girl lying half of her body on a bench in the square, taking her stomach with her hand. She looked pale, with a painful expression.

"Treasure come. I take her by the arm taking her by my back, I could lift her like that, unlike Angel."

"It hurts a lot. She cries wetting my shoulder."

"I took you to the doctor. I announced sitting her next to me in the copilot part."

"Hey grain... What happened to you?. Angel says with affection to his sister."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes. Loren replies whimpering."

"You know I love you... I say it with affection. He tells her."

"I got the golden apple. Loren told him, they talk about the game they share together."

"Great... Then I'll trade you for the diamond I have." Angel replied.

We arrived at the doctor.

"We just saw each other. Said the doctor who was leaving."

"My girl is very sore... She can not move. I warned with a voice cut by the anguish and notorious despair in my face, pointing towards the car."

He looked over his glasses and immediately asked for a stretcher to be transferred.

Angel feeling a little better went down to accompany his sister who is terrified of doctors.

"Until here... Wait. They stopped us at the emergency door. We sat in the waiting room holding hands anguished for Loren."

After a while the doctor appeared with news.

"We did an ultrasound, she presents a mass in her ovary, which we must remove, for which blood transfusion is needed and in the bank of the sanatorium we do not have that type of her daughter, I know that her husband is of the same type, contact him so we can do the operation, that way we will save her. The doctor told me."

"A mass... What does it mean?." I asked anguished, the doctor looked at me fixed, and there I understood covering my mouth, denying frantically.

"Mrs. Jean Canepa... I heard she can be saved... Only the transfusion is needed. The doctor tells me touching my hand, I did not want to express it before Angel but I know that my son is not stupid, he is always informed of everything."

"She is a girl... How can it be possible?. I whimper trying to maintain control and I take my cell phone with trembling hands when wanting to contact my husband and he did not answer."

Desperation was present in every fiber of my body.

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