M450 Answering Machine

Abduction

saw the grandfather excited about his next start, now is the concentration I said, while outlining some letters on a sheet of green construction paper. More Later, on TV, perhaps only a few dozen white heads screaming and trying an innocent revolt courthouse, with his fist held high and shrill whistles demanded the liquidation committee to speed the return of their savings deposited in HPLC. This beautifully demand consumed the best years of age, he kept lively spirit of an old man engaged in defending their cause. More than a decade and fewer fists rise, not drop in the conviction of their demands, but because the lethargy of justice is not sick, grows old and dies, more scammers.

In a dirty old piece of paper in the folds, I remember the grandfather visited the homes of his daughter announcing an excellent opportunity lolería game. Chance would be a comfort for years of mourning for the lost savings, comfort would never come. As a child, entered the room of the grandfather who carefully read strange numbers newsprint leaves with green letters, for some time filled the long hours riding a day that had left a retirement traumatic.

grandfather's room deserves a paragraph in this story.
Consequent to the retirement and exile from the camp of the cement factory for half a century that gave his life, Grandpa pitched his winter quarters in a house purchased years ago. Having it as a neighbor, Father Rosendo, as well as transfer their trinkets called to a room whose horrible parquet floor had served as food for moths and termites, which ended up ruining it. Huge wooden floor craters did stumble visitors unaccustomed to such territory. Oversized closets, old and battered adyancente were placed on the walls. And little by little the atmosphere was loaded with a scent that only older people can be fired. Four years ago almanacs hung from the walls which in turn served to support a lot of water and electricity bills of those same years.

few weeks ago I returned to her room. He just slept with a disturbing stillness announcing his defeat. A sallow and gaunt, sucked by the diseases in the culmination of his life were about victory. Cadaverous body like never before perhaps had been huddled for warmth, fueled by heart breathed the last glimmers of life, then came death, the expected death. We're seeing Dad
Rosendo. Wait for us.