It was already three in the morning and I was only thinking about the time I could go to bed to sleep, it was the only thing I wanted at that moment. But my dad wouldn't let me go, since we had guests at home for the New Year's party, but it was already 3:00 a.m., the more they wanted to keep celebrating. I remember that when I was little these happy parties did not last as long as they do now, what happened to change that? I guess being young (my cousins and I) influenced that a bit. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to go back to the past to be able to live my childhood one more time, but I am aware that that is not possible, I can only resign myself to my present and the fact that I have more responsibilities than I want to live. An hour ago, my mother had offered me a glass of wine, although I didn't like the wine I was drinking very much, I accepted, but not only did she leave me the glass of wine, but she also left me the bottle, which was just opened and now. I didn't bring that damn cork that made it very difficult for me to open. So I took her to where Andrés was, the only cousin who was still here at my house and we started drinking wine, neither my parents nor Andrés's parents noticed that we had taken the bottle, they were very busy laughing and dancing serenades that were playing on the radio on one side of the room where we were. A while later we had already had more than half the bottle of wine, I felt good but Andrés, however, did not look so good, the little alcohol that the wine brought was already having an effect and then I heard that my mother was looking for the bottle of wine, that same moment I put the bottle behind the chair where it was.
Apparently he no longer remembered that he had given me the whole bottle a while ago and it was better well, because if he found out that we were about to finish all the wine we two, surely he would punish me and go with the gossip to Andrés' parents. I could not avoid laugh when I was still looking for the bottle after a long time, I even looked for under the table (because it should be under the table, mother) but all the wine that was taken didn't help me control my laughter. I started to laugh out loud and every time I know louder, to the point that it could go through all the music until it reached my ears mother, who at that time realized that I was laughing, and instinctively assumed that I had hidden the wine so they would stop drinking and it came to me. "Elizabeth, what did you do with the wine?" She said angrily. Hearing her voice, I instantly stopped laughing and stared into her eyes, as I always did. claimed to do. And that time I started to shake my head, putting myself on top of the place where he had hidden the bottle of wine.
"Mom, I didn't do anything, because you're claiming me" I tried to mislead her. She just looked at me, like she was about to say something to me, but she didn't say it to me, but to Andrés, who was definitely under the influence of wine, he no longer knew how to carry the lie that I was trying to make. He ended up saying that we had taken all the came. But that was a lie, since it was not all the wine, there was still some. My mom looked at me and he began to scold him in a thousand languages, apparently he understood that he had taken the wine alone, since he looked at me and then again at him and noticed that Andrés was already ill and I was not. So, I took him by the arm, I wanted to tell him something, so he wouldn't do anything to him, but yes I discovered I would also take away my mobile and I could no longer continue writing the story that I had started a few weeks ago in an application (Maipad!) and I was left alone again, I no longer knew where Andrés had been taken, I knew he would not forgive me this so easy, but I was hoping you won't remember tonight. Now that I had nothing to do and I was tired and under the influence of all the wine that I had drunk, I decided tell dad that he will let me go at once but he shook his head and did not let me say nothing else, on the contrary, I wanted him to change his music and put on one of the records that They were in my room, so I reluctantly went for them. When I entered my room all I thought about was the delicious and inviting bed that was waiting for me, I wanted to rest a while before going back to the room, it would only be a little nap to catch my breath and I lay in it and without realizing it I had asleep. I woke up several hours later, it was already past noon, I left my room and did not find nobody in my house, they had all left and had not even bothered to let me know. Memory of I was starved and they left nothing for me to eat, I only found a note on the kitchen with the purchases that had to be done. So I quickly made something up and left straight to the living room to write the next chapter of my story and get so deep into it that time passed without feeling, as if it no longer existed.