Marcos

When I was a child my mom told me "Please Marcos my son, don't talk with strangers", since I did not obey this sentence, my life has been a torture. At the beginning I didn't realise about the real consequences about disobeying this important sentence. The first time I talked with a stranger was when I was 2 years old. I met one girl at the kinder garden, and we started a wonderful relationship, but obviously it wasn't long. At the age of 3 we moved to another country and I couldn't stop thinking about my love of 2 years old.

 After a while, when i was 15, it happened again! I started to talk with people at the highschool. Then, I made more and more friends and worse than that: I STARTED TO HAVE FUN. It began with " Come on, let's go out this friday" but it didn't finish there. Next weekend we went out on friday and Saturday and then also  on thursdays. It became really difficult to stay awake every day at the college, and when I say difficult I mean "really difficult". Then at the age of 18 I moved to another city to start the uni, and by this time I thought that it was going to be better for me, but guess what...I talked with another stranger and the parties started again... It has been 23 years since my mother tried to transfer me all her knowledge with this sentence, and also 23 years of suffering...So i would like to say to my mother, "Mom i wouldn't have disobeyed you".