Rafael Guevara

we were united by one thing, I didn’t have a mother, she died when I was 13, and you didn’t have a father, your mother divorced him because of her bad attitude towards you. Our parents communicated with each other for about a year, had affairs and in the end your mother and you yourself moved to our mansion in Italy. My father and I left the mansion to meet you, I didn’t know anything about you, only your name, like you about me. You got out of the car, my father hugged and kissed your mother as a sign of greeting,you got out of the car with a slightly upset and depressed face, you apparently didn’t want to move, because you had friends there and so on. With your big eyes you looked around the mansion and, in principle, where you had arrived. My father wanted to greet you, while I started greet your mom.

I came to another city because of my mother’s passion for a wealthy businessman, she fell in love with him very much, so we had to move to their expensive mansion with servants and a lot of luxurious things. As I understood, he built this city in Italy, but I had no time for that ,I was sad about losing my friends and boyfriend in the last place