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Gloria era una madre soltera, con una hija llamada Lucinda. Se embarazó muy joven y el padre de la criatura, otro muchacho como ella, pronto se retiró a vivir su vida, esto no era para el. Gloria tuvo que madurar rápidamente, no tenia tiempo para sentarse a llorar, mas sin embargo sabia que estarían bien, lo había soñado.
Desde pequeña había tenido estas "señales" que le antecedían a cualquier suceso o experiencias, había querido ignorarlas, pero siempre se hacían presentes en su vida, aunque ella en ocasiones volteara la mirada, no quería que las personas la consideraran un bicho raro, quería vivir una vida normal, como todo el mundo, así que generalmente prefería hacer como si no "viera" nada.
En ocasiones, tenia sueños, que interpretaba de alguna manera y cosas pasaban al poco tiempo, en otras oía a alguien que le susurraba al oído, palabras cortas o pequeñas oraciones, sin haber nadie cerca, casi siempre esto sucedía para advertirla de algún evento o de un peligro, cuando le sucedía se paralizaba del miedo le parecía todo tan loco, tan fuera de este mundo.
Había logrado prevenir muchas situaciones, peligrosas o poco convenientes, pero no le gustaba compartir estas experiencias, se las guardaba para ella. Así fueron pasando los años y a pesar de que aun era joven, no había conseguido una pareja que terminara de gustarle y tampoco quería tener que contarles de las cosas inusuales que le pasaban, esa era su mayor barrera, su secreto.
Mientras, Lucinda ya era una hermosa jovencita, estaba en la edad donde las chicas empiezan a asistir a las fiestas y a las citas, Gloria, la dejaba ir socializando con cautela, pues no quería que repitiera su misma historia, en esos dias empezaron a sucederle extraños sucesos. Una noche, estaba preparándose para dormir, cuando de repente, se abrió la puerta del cuarto, de golpe acompañada de una helada brisa.
Gloria trató de justificar aquello, diciéndose a si misma, que seguramente abría quedado una ventana abierta y por eso el aire frio, repentino. Al otro día se levantó como siempre, hizo el desayuno para su hija y para ella y cuando estaba sirviendo, vio claramente una sombra negra tras de su hija, esto la asustó un poco, solo fue una fracción de segundos, pero disimulo lo mejor que pudo, dudando de lo que vio, pues fue solo un instante.
Así pasaron los dias, hasta que llegó el fin de semana, su hija Lucinda le pidió permiso para ir a una fiesta, ese sábado en la noche, en casa de una amiga, pero cuando su hija le dijo a Gloria, esta sintió unos escalofríos repentinos, muy intensos y una opresión en el pecho, la taza que tenia en sus manos se le cayó...el temor la invadió.
Trató de disimular, ante su hija Lucinda y le dijo que sintió un mareo y aprovecho para decirle, que no quería que fuera a esa fiesta, que no se sentía muy bien, que se quedara en casa. No quería decirle que tenia un mal presentimiento a su hija, no quería atormentarla con eso. Pero por vez primera, en mucho tiempo quiso hacerle caso, por esta vez a sus sensaciones y sentimientos de ansiedad, miedo.
Pero Lucinda, no era fácil de convencer, estaba en esa edad y como Gloria, no le daba en realidad una razón convincente, sobre por que no quería que ella fuera a esa fiesta, su mamá siempre con sus tonterías. Como vio que no podía convencer a Gloria con palabras, empezó a llorar desconsoladamente, Gloria al ver a su hija tan triste, no pudo soportar esa cara de desamparo y termino por darle permiso.
Pero con sus condiciones, que la trajeran a media noche a casa y que ella mantuviera contacto por teléfono, todo el tiempo, por cualquier cosa. Lucinda se fue temprano, sus amigos la vinieron a buscar iba feliz de la vida, Gloria pensó "Todo estará bien, debo dejarla vivir", pero no pudo ni recostarse en la cama, se quedó esperando viendo la tv. Pasaron las horas.
Las 11, las 12 y Lucinda no la llamaba, Gloria estaba muy inquieta, pero media hora después el teléfono repico era Lucinda diciéndole que ya iba a casa, que se había sentido mal, le habían dado algo para el malestar y ya iban en camino, que no se preocupara. Gloria, se disgustó un poco, pero se tranquilizo por que por lo menos, la había llamado y ya venían en camino.
Se sentó a esperar, pasó una hora dos, eran las 3 de la mañana cuando el teléfono sonó de nuevo, pero esta vez, no era Lucinda, era una mujer extraña, al otro lado del teléfono, que le preguntaba su nombre, le dijo que ella era Gloria, que quien llamaba, era una policía al otro lado de la línea y esta le informaba que su hija había tenido un accidente.
Y que había muerto instantáneamente, que lo sentía mucho....eso fue lo ultimo que oyó, en conciencia Gloria, el teléfono se le cayó de las manos, no podía creer lo que le acababan de decir, que su amada hija Lucinda ¡había muerto!, así sin mas, no podía creerlo. Empezó a preguntarse que había hecho mal, sabia que se lo habían advertido, estaba pensando en eso.
Cuando oyó en susurro en su oído derecho, "Traté de advertirte, para que la cuidaras, para que no la dejaras morir y tú ignoraste todas mis señales, es tu culpa, ya no hay solución, debiste ver las señales..." Gloria se desmayo cayendo en un túnel oscuro sin fondo, sin final.
English
Gloria was a single mother, with a daughter named Lucinda. She got pregnant very young and the baby's father, another boy like her, soon retired to live his life, this was not for him. Gloria had to grow up quickly, she didn't have time to sit and cry, yet she knew they would be fine, she had dreamed it.
Since she was little she had had these "signs" that preceded any event or experience, she had wanted to ignore them, but they were always present in her life, although she sometimes turned her eyes away, she did not want people to consider her a freak, she wanted to live a normal life, like everyone else, so she generally preferred to pretend she did not "see" anything.
Sometimes, she had dreams, which she interpreted in some way and things happened soon after, in others she heard someone whispering in her ear, short words or small prayers, without anyone nearby, almost always this happened to warn her of some event or danger, when it happened she was paralyzed with fear, it all seemed so crazy, so out of this world.
She had managed to prevent many situations, dangerous or inconvenient, but she did not like to share these experiences, she kept them to herself. So the years went by and although she was still young, she had not found a partner she liked and she did not want to have to tell them about the unusual things that happened to her, that was her biggest barrier, her secret.
Meanwhile, Lucinda was already a beautiful young girl, she was at the age where girls begin to attend parties and dates, Gloria, let her go socializing with caution, because she did not want her to repeat her same story, in those days strange events began to happen to her. One night, she was getting ready for bed, when suddenly, the bedroom door opened with a bang, accompanied by an icy breeze.
Gloria tried to justify it, telling herself that she had probably left a window open and that was the reason for the sudden cold air. The next day she got up as usual, made breakfast for her daughter and herself and when she was serving, she clearly saw a black shadow behind her daughter, this frightened her a little, it was only a fraction of seconds, but she hid it as best she could, doubting what she saw, because it was only an instant.
Thus the days passed, until the weekend arrived, her daughter Lucinda asked her permission to go to a party, that Saturday night, at a friend's house, but when her daughter told Gloria, she felt a sudden shivering, very intense and a tightness in her chest, the cup she had in her hands fell...fear invaded her.
She tried to hide it from her daughter Lucinda and told her that she felt dizzy and took the opportunity to tell her that she did not want her to go to the party, that she did not feel very well and that she should stay home. She didn't want to tell her daughter that she had a bad feeling, she didn't want to torment her with that. But for the first time in a long time she wanted to listen to her feelings of anxiety and fear.
But Lucinda was not easy to convince, she was at that age and as Gloria did not really give her a convincing reason why she did not want her to go to that party, her mother always with her nonsense. As she saw that she could not convince Gloria with words, she began to cry inconsolably, Gloria seeing her daughter so sad, could not stand that helpless face and ended up giving her permission.
But with her conditions, that they would bring her home at midnight and that she would keep in touch by phone, all the time, for anything. Lucinda left early, her friends came to pick her up and she was happy with life, Gloria thought "Everything will be fine, I must let her live", but she could not even lie down on the bed, she stayed waiting watching TV. The hours passed.
It was 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock and Lucinda did not call her, Gloria was very worried, but half an hour later the phone rang, it was Lucinda telling her that she was already going home, that she had felt bad, they had given her something for her discomfort and they were on their way, not to worry. Gloria was a little upset, but was reassured that at least she had called her and they were on their way.
She sat down to wait, an hour or two passed, it was 3 in the morning when the phone rang again, but this time, it was not Lucinda, it was a strange woman, on the other side of the phone, who asked her name, she told her that she was Gloria, that the caller was a policewoman on the other side of the line and she informed her that her daughter had had an accident.
And that she had died instantly, that she was very sorry .... was the last thing she heard, in conscience Gloria, the phone fell out of her hands, she could not believe what she had just been told, that her beloved daughter Lucinda had died, just like that, she could not believe it. He began to wonder what he had done wrong, he knew he had been warned, he was thinking about it.
When she heard a whisper in her right ear, "I tried to warn you, to take care of her, not to let her die and you ignored all my signals, it's your fault, there is no solution, you should have seen the signs... " Gloria fainted falling into a dark tunnel with no bottom, no end.
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