My sister, Mariela Padilla, passed away the other day. I was in casa and I get a call from Rafael, my NOUN. He said: “Nilda, she’s not here anymore, she’s dead. Our so-called brother-in-law found her NOUN and ADJECTIVE in their house. He said he couldn’t come home that night and left everything to los NOUN”. I was in shock, I kept asking him questions to know how the PLURAL NOUN were doing, or why did Francisco leave PLURAL NOUN in charge of their mother for a whole night. When was this, and how did she die!? The only thing Rafael answered was when it occurred, a week ago.
I tried to get in contact with Francisco, my brother-in-law. He said that Mariela was sick after their wedding anniversary in PLACE in PLACE . Luckily, I lived in SAME PLACE and decided to go and VERB the place the same day I got the news. It was raining and I had to bring my umbrella because I couldn’t get my precious rizos ruined just like my leather jacket with spikes. I could’ve never get out of style. I arrived at the restaurant and left my umbrella in the open door of the kitchen. I started asking NOUN what happened that night a week ago, and I only got “Señora, it’s a minute right before closing, please get out”. I have never felt so offended in my life.
The umbrella VERB away in the wind of the rain. Suddenly, someone grabbed it. It was Francisco, who somehow arrived to tell me that he knew I was going to look for reasons for my baby sister’s death. Just when I was about to say gracias for catching my umbrella, this young NOUN who clearly had plastic surgery all over PRONOUN body had appeared from behind him. PRONOUN grabbed his arm as if they were a married couple (very ugly I must say). Francisco then said that it was one of his friends helping him “cope” with his wife’s passing.
I grabbed my umbrella and VERB him in the face hitting him with the spikes of my leather jacket and ran to my house. I instantly took my car and drove to Francisco’s house. I was knocking to see if the kids were home, but it seemed like no one was there. I was about to go and then I saw Francisco in the shadows. He VERB at me weirdly and whispered “Nilda, Mariela loved me so much, but it felt like she was hiding something, so I ended her. The NOUN couldn’t keep quite and asked for their mother way too much. The same happened to them afterwards”. And that’s how I ended over here, I died wondering what my brother-in-law was hiding.
