Chapter LXIX -Broken glass**

I arrive at the apartment at last, I open the door and close it with my back, with my spirits on the floor I put aside the suitcase; everything is dark and I only hear a breathing like snoring, I turn on the light immediately and it is my mother to my surprise, she is drunk on the sofa and she is waking up because of the light.

Finally she sees me and sits down with a disgusted face:

-What are you doing here, can't you see I haven't recovered -she pronounces staggering and looking around for a full bottle of alcohol with her eyes -, I'll tell your father to bring you back -and she reaches for the phone on the couch like an awkward child.

To which I feel sorry for her and it is so pitiful, but her ignorance makes me get angry causing me to throw the vase next to me and altogether I yell at her -how can you not know! She just died," the last sentence I say with tears on the verge of flowing.

-It's not true! -She says in surprise, "I would know," she continues in disgust.