Chapter 1.

Tears.

Many people believe themselves to be heroes and fantasize about moments of glory like those we see on television or about some famous person who has left an enormous legacy marked in history, something like firefighters who are capable of entering a burning building to save its residents or intervening in a robbery in broad daylight, but the harsh reality is that no one knows how they would react when the moment comes, as long as the thief doesn't have the gun pointed at your head and the gunpowder can be smelled from centimeters away...

If the moment comes, the correct question will be: are you mentally strong enough to tell the thief who is aiming at your head to shoot me, kill me? , when the time comes will you be able to choose between your life or that of the one you intend to save? What do you choose? You only have one moment to decide and define whether you have chosen the right path or if on the contrary you turn around in time and do not intervene in what happens around you... it is your decision...

I really felt my heart in my throat when I arrived at the hospital and saw my father lying in a bed with tubes connected to his arms and an oxygen mask, the machines were beeping beside him and the smell of the hospital indicated that he was not conscious.

The tears fell down my cheeks and I dried them again, it was essential, in my life he was the pillar and the strength that I had always known, Anton Collins... my older brother appeared at the door I could do nothing but hug him and ask him what the doctor's diagnosis was, to which he only said: let's leave the room...

For some reason I felt a pressure in my chest under the fluorescent light of the hospital hallway; I looked at my brother, his hair was disheveled and he had a prominent beard, dark circles under his eyes that were already turning green, it was obvious that he had been awake for a long time… then he began saying: I need you to stay calm, be strong, the news is quite hard, because dad has had a stroke.

We still don't know how badly it has affected him, but they think that because of his age he might not even recognize us; When I heard that diagnosis, memories of my childhood came like a whirlwind to my mind, so many times I heard him educate me and tell me hundreds of things or when he taught me to read and write how attentive he was throughout my life… I tried to calm down, but the pain I felt inside did not let me hide it and outside I could already see the tears that did not stop coming out, and simply, with a tearful voice I asked him what we could do, so I heard him say: for now, the only thing we can do is rest and take care of ourselves, the doctors are doing their job and some tests are missing, I did not know what was worse, the diagnosis or the zombified appearance that my brother had, I told him why he did not go back to rest and I heard him say: I received an email in your name where they say that you have an interview near here, it will be best if you go, I will be fine.

I let out a long sigh, I didn't want to leave, but I knew my brother was right, it was important that I get that job, because I couldn't keep doing nothing and living my life just to live it, when I said goodbye I noticed that the night air was cold, the city lights could be seen in the distance, however, I had to fill myself with courage and tell myself: Julieta Collins, there's nothing you can do, just clean up your appearance and show a smile when you get there, remember that you're not a girl anymore, because you're 26, the time is now...