"-Con la casa llena, no podia llorar la muerte súbita de mi esposo en paz, yo era una especie de zombie que no entendía nada. Los días y las noches se me unieron; había ido a funerales antes pero este en particular era macabro, malvado.

Mirara donde mirara recordaba a mi esposo, su presencia me perseguia como intentando comunicarse conmigo. Sentí que me lo arrebataron; el siempre fué un aventurero, un excursionista de corazón y profesión. Cada vez que viajaba me aterraba y que muriera aqui en la casa fue devastador.

Pero detuvieron el video, quedó la imagen de una mujer joven demacrada. Una muñeca de porcelana atrapada en el tiempo por un video que grabó años atrás.

Un chico de unos 26 años de edad, de pelo rubio y lacio, ojos marrones y penetrantes; sentado en un viejo sofa con olor a gato observaba con lágrimas chorreando de sus mejillas cual cascada, caian en sus jeans viejos y es que el chico entendía ese sentimiento, esa especie de "zombie" que su madre se habia convertido era lo que le habia dejado de legado y ahora era él. Su madre luego de grabar ese video se había suicidado, su padre quien habia muerto sin razón aparente siempre gozó de buena salud. Las cosas no tenian nada de sentido quería respuestas no queria vivir sabiendo que había desperdiciado su vida.

Un sonido molesto sacó a Jhon de su ensimismamiento, él mejor que nadie entendia ese sentimiento de andar "como un zombie" y como quien te hala sacandote de una piscina pero la piscina esta vez era un sueño. Se limpió las lagrimas y contestó su telefono sin saber que esa llamada cambiaria su vida para siempre.

"-With the house full of people, I couldn't cry the sudden decease of my husband in peace, I was a kind of zombie who didn't understand anything, the days and nights were the same to me, I went to funerals before but this one in particular was macabre , evil.

Every place where I looked, I remembered my husband, his presence chased me like trying to communicate with me. I felt that he was taken from me; he was always an adventurer, a excursionist of heart and profession. Every time he traveled I was terrified and that he to die here in the house was devastating."

But someone stopped the video, the image of a emaciated young woman was left there in the screen frozen. A porcelain doll caught in time by a video that she recorded years ago.

A man of about 26 years of age, of blond and straight hair, brown and penetrating eyes; sitting on an old sofa smelling like cat was watching the screen with tears dripping from his cheeks as waterfalls that fell in his old jeans and the boy understood that feeling better than anyone of walking "like a zombie" that his mother had become was what he got as legacy. His mother after recording that video had committed suicide, his father who had died for no apparent reason he was always in good health. Things didn't make any sense he wanted answers he didn't want to live knowing that I had wasted his life.

An annoying sound took Jhon out of his trance, like someone pulling you out of a pool but the pool this time was a dream. He cleaned his tears and answered his phone without knowing that the call would change his life forever.