章 50: I FOUND MY MOTHER'S DIARY

Today, I feel very happy

— September 12

Climate: very sunny

My beloved HUSBAND, it is the greatest day of my entire life, I can finally call, mine forever, today we have been united in marriage.

I know that you will have to continue leaving home for several months because of your duty, but that is how I met you and that is how I accept you, you are a soldier and I know how much you love your job as much as I love mine.

I just hope that soon we will have the blessing of being able to have children, I will be a grateful mother just imagining that they will be as beautiful as you with that blonde hair and beautiful gray eyes.

— October 20

Climate: Sun and sun

Love, this day I have great news for you, when you arrive, we will finally be parents, I am so happy that, in the hospital, some of my colleagues have made fun of me for the silly laugh that I have had all day.

Will it be a boy or a girl? Will it look like you or me?

What would you like?

I'm afraid…

— November 26

Weather: gloomy

Today I received a letter, they tell me Raf, that they don't know where you are, that you went on a dangerous mission almost a month ago, and they don't know anything about you, that I expect the worst, but I won't do it, I refuse to accept that something happened to you my love .

Raf. I am waiting, for my husband, not only me, your wife, but this daughter or son that we are waiting for.

Raf. I love you, I will be waiting for you forever.

— December 20

Climate:

Raf. Tell me you're still alive…

— January 15

Climate: freezes the bones

Raf, my love, I don't know what to do any more, I have returned to my mother's house in my hometown, I left our house in the city where we lived, I need my mother's company, she doesn't know anything about you, she is so big my sadness, that I can't talk to anyone about our marriage. I don't care what other people believe, I just want to hold you in my arms and kiss you and taste good to you.

I need you so much, we recite to you…

— March

Climate

I only get out of bed because as a doctor I know I have to do it for the sake of our baby, but I don't have the strength any more…

— May

I wait for you looking towards the front door of the town, because we promised that if ever you no longer found me in that house, you would look for me here with my mother, however, so many months have already passed…

— July

You know, love, our daughter was born, she is so beautiful, she looks so much like you, she has porcelain skin and your eyes and hair, I have named her Amaranta, I hope you come to meet her, I will be here waiting for you so that you can meet your daughter …

— Today a letter arrived telling me that they left you for dead, that they should no longer look for you, however, someone came to my mother's house and convinced me to go look for you in the city where we lived, because they saw you asking about me in the house where we live, I will go out to look for you…

— This was what she saw skipping pages in her mother's diary. Amaranta felt happy to discover that her parents had loved each other so much, that the things she had thought or were thinking were wrong, that her parents were married, and she was not a bastard daughter, as everyone called her. Amaranta's face was covered with tears.

— Her father, based on her mother's entries, had been a loving man. For a while, she wondered what it was like to have her parents by her side.

Her mother had told her about her father's heroic deeds when she was very little. It was a shame that she had been too young then. She didn't remember him from everything Monica told her.

Amaranta was putting things away again, when she saw a black and white photo of her parents, but what caught her attention was the stamp on the back of the photo had a name and address of the studio where it had been taken, That seemed like good information to know where his parents had lived, he packed his things and washed his face. She took the diary out of her again when she returned to her room.

In fact, she looked again at the small black and white photo behind the small diary pocket. There were jagged marks on the edges of the photograph.

It was a photo of his mother and her father. In the photo, her father was wearing a white shirt and his hair was short and clean, making it clear that he was a military man. Her mother's hair was loose behind her back, and she was wearing a plain below-the-knee dress, perhaps white or some light colour. She seemed to be fashionable. Her eyes were full of love and affection, they were holding hands.

Amaranta suddenly felt that she should do something for her father…

If her father had really died in the line of duty, she could then ask Izan Marsans to check her father's files.

She wanted to find her paternal grandparents. She wanted to tell them that she was her granddaughter.

If her paternal grandparents were still alive, she would then love to meet them and perhaps form a relationship with them.

She, Amaranta put the diary next to her pillow. She still hadn't finished reading it.

The newspaper was thick. It would take her days to finish reading it.

Amaranta fell asleep.

She had a dream.

In her dream, her father and her mother were very young.

She seemed to have travelled back in time to when her parents were young, as well as very happy young people, they lived in a house in some very humble place that she did not recognize…

It seemed like a warm and sunny place, perhaps by the sea, because she felt very hot…

Amaranta was fast asleep in her small room in her grandmother's house in the small town, when in her dreams she heard her grandmother's voice.

"Amaranta, quick, wake up! The house is on fire!" …

A voice from her woke her up screaming, in desperation…

In a short time everything became hell, a fire started that was uncontrollable, Amaranta feared that it would be impossible to get her grandmother out of that place, she feared for her and her grandmother's lives.

She felt that she would die again, that nothing would make sense in her rebirth.

She did not understand anything of what was happening at that moment, since in her past life that accident did not happen.

She watched with terror as the beams of the old house began to fall due to the flames, while the two tried to go out to the hunting yard, to at least take shelter from the fire of the rooms that were burning.

The high flames that burned the rooms of the house made of flammable materials reached the top, waking up the neighbours who came out scared, thinking about the lives of Amaranta and Mary.

Hoping they weren't dead yet.