father had asked me to wear black robes today, the moment I heard my fathe

dining room all my family was having breakfast, the black robes and the sad faces made the atmosphere darker than ever, my father looked in my direction and did not fail to make clear his disapprov

n total silence, after a few minutes in this totall

my request is that today your brother will be executed in the afternoon. To show that w

m my poor sister. Her mouth made mention that she was going to say something, but at that very moment she received a look from our mother, a look that could mean nothing but a vision, a warning that she should never dare to say anything.

es were impeccable and my hair was tidier than usual, all the behavior my father had during that moment caused me an immense feeling of repulsion. He signaled for us to go to the carriage and so we did, it didn'

my brother and his friend were taken to the top of that platform, the crowd started shouting in rage and throwing rotten fruit at them, a rope was put around their necks and at that moment I couldn't look at this scene, my brother was looking for his family in the middle of the crowd and saw us, he gave us a pleading look for mercy from my father who didn't even move

nt of that priority, when I made the attempt to turn my gaze away refu

watch to show these people that we are not on your brother's

er, please do

e weak a

nd realized that my father was forcing me to do this, he nodded as if he was riding me of the guilt I felt like he was giving me one last gift, his gift is peace, one less guilt to carry and from then on I felt bad that I couldn't accept his last gift willingly, I could never stop feeling guilty after that afternoon. The bottom of

o earlier made that hideous speech, later my mother told me that he was working out the details of my brother's wake, the church said he shouldn't have a Catholic burial due to his crime so my father just accepted a burial with no words of