isabel

There I was, seated in a bus, ready to go to Salamanca, a beautiful city 300 kilometres away from Madrid.
One of my friends invited me to spend the weekend so i could visit the city. It seemed like a good plan. Seated next to me was that strange girl, she was looking at me as she was asking herself why i was travelling, so i asked first,
'Hi, my name is isabel, and yours?'
She stared at me surprised, maybe thinking that i was reading her mind.
'Hi, i am Lourdes'
'Seems like we are going to spend a few hours together. I am going to spend the weekend with a friend that lives in Salamanca, to visit the city, and have some fun. What about you? do you live in Salamanca or you are going just to spend the weekend?'
She smiled, was a beautiful smile, a smile of hope, maybe?, and she told me her story.
'Well, it is a strange story, but i think we are going to have enough time.
My father was a farmer, and my mother used to stay at home, making house working all day. I was born with a heart problem, so my parents had to made an effort to raised me up. They didn't have enough money, so they had to ask for a loan in order to have the better doctors and the best treatments. The first two years were the worst of all, going from doctor to doctor, city to city, trying to find someone who could gave them some hope to save that little girl full of life. After a long search they found him, a doctor that was making some new studies about the illness that was killing me. My parents talked to him