Mrs. Zoila arrived with her daughter Mirna and some relatives who had been at the funeral of Mr. Vicente, who had died of chronic pneumonia. They arrived at their house, it was small, but very fresh, it had a living room with a television, an old wooden chair, an armchair, a library, a refrigerator and a kitchen, a bathroom and two rooms, one for the couple and the other room was Mirna's, it had become part of the deposit, since her daughter was a doctor, she lived in Puerto la Cruz - Venezuela.
In the evening, all the relatives and friends left, leaving only Mrs. Zoila and her daughter. Mother and daughter had to console each other. At night, the widow, alone in her bed, with the only memory of her beloved, fell asleep. In the morning of the following day, she woke up, thought it was only a dream, turned to caress her husband's face, when she saw that Vicente was not there, sadness invaded her soul.
Mirna, arrived at her mother's room, with coffee and toast to say good morning to her, she found her in a sea of tears, she told her: "why don't you come home for a while, to keep me company", she answered: "no, daughter, this is my home, this is where I should be, accompanied by my memories".
Seven days after the funeral, Mirna left, her leave at the Luis Razzeti Hospital was over. After saying goodbye to her daughter, she returned home, the woman sat on an old wooden chair, she felt an atmosphere of loneliness invaded by sadness, she turned on her TV, distracted by the program that was on at the time, she felt a whisper in her ear "Zoila, Zoila". She got up and opened the door of the house and looked to see if anyone was there, indeed, no one was there. Upon entering, the widow sat back in her chair, felt again the whisper "Zoila, Zoila", got up from her seat, turned off the TV, took the keys and went for a walk.
After a while she arrived home, exhausted from so much walking, she went to her room, she lay down on the bed for a while and fell asleep for a few minutes. Between sleep and awakening, she felt the sheet slowly being pulled off her, a cold hand passed by her hips, she woke up suddenly, when she looked to the sides, she realized that there was no one there, she took a deep breath, went back to bed and lay down, she remained thoughtful.
Her daughter always called her every day to know her situation, since her mother was alone. A week passed and Mirna did not call her mother, Zoila was worried thinking that something bad could have happened to her. One stormy night, the widow was in her room, looking at a crochet magazine, suddenly the phone rang "ring, ring, ring", she took the call: "Hello, who is this?
Mirna answered: "Mommy, it's me, blessing".
Zoila:" daughter, God take care of you, what happened that you didn't call, I was so worried about you"?
Mirna: "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't call you, but I was doing the paperwork to get a postgraduate degree in Psychiatry, I start classes in a month. And tell me how are you? my proposal for you to come and live with me still stands".
Zoila: "No daughter, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm very happy that you are getting over it". She hung up the call, without saying anything to her daughter about what was happening, so as not to worry her.
After a month, one fine morning, the sun's rays came through the window hitting her face, when she opened her eyes she realized how messy the room was, she thought "oh, my God, if this is how my room is, how will the rest of the house be?". She started to clean the living room, in front of the library she looked at a book Don Quixote de la Mancha, it was her husband's favorite book. She took the book, went to the chair, began to leaf through it, turning the pages, and found a small envelope that said "for my beloved Zoila". She opened the envelope, took out the page and read: "my beloved Zoila, thank you for these 40 years together, thank you for walking with me, holding hands, the road, to see our successes and failures. I love you, I love you, if there is another life, I will wait for you there, to love each other until eternity", when she finished reading, she burst into tears, in the middle of the tears she said: "Vicente, I love you too, I miss you very much".
She cleaned the whole house, she realized that night had fallen, she felt very exhausted, she took a shower, prepared a light dinner, sat in the chair and turned on the television, shortly after she saw Vicente sitting in the chair, she asked him: "Vicente, what are you doing here, have you come to look for me?
Vincent answered: "No, my beloved Zoila, I have come to tell you that I wander around the house every night, I know you have already read my letter. Don't cry for me anymore, so that my soul may rest in peace".
In the middle of the conversation, she felt a loud knocking on the door, when she woke up, she realized it was a dream. She got up to open the door, it was her daughter who had arrived by surprise from Barcelona, she welcomed her with a smile on her face. After a while, sitting on the bed in Mirna's room, Zoila told her daughter the natural events that had been happening to her, she said: "daughter, I have decided to sell the house, I don't want to continue living like this, it could depreciate".
This is how Zolia lived for a while with her daughter. When Vicente had been dead for a year, Zoila bought a new house in the same sector where her daughter lives.
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