End Escapees

1. my name is briana

introduce my name briana... sometimes friends2 call me bri. although I prefer to be called ana. I am now 19 years old... but there is no place for me to dock.

My heart is always pursued by the trauma of my parents' marriage so it is difficult for me to be able to open my heart to just any man....... oh god what is wrong with me....???

Actually from childhood until the age of 15 years my life was very happy even though my father was rarely with us. mama educated me lovingly.

...Swim, sing, play the piano and guitar, cook so no wonder at the age of 15 all those skills have been mastered very well.

Not to forget that occasionally mama taught the birth language of mama..yeah mama is not a native of this country.mama is a citizen of Mexico, for some reason mama can be stranded in this country... mom and dad never talked to me

my joy turned into a disaster when I was 15 years old, when I came home from school I looked for my mom with her joy.usually when I was birthday mama always greeted me with various surprises.

'mama..... mama.... alicia come home!!... ma...... Where's mama?? ' yes my birth name is alicia not briana

I continued to run cheerfully looking for mama from room to room.until in the room mama, I opened slowly mama room door, I saw mama on the bed crying bitterly.

'mama....what's wrong ma, why is mom crying ma ? I said while coming to my mother and immediately hugged her tightly.mama also hugged me back.but did not say what was just crying getting louder.

after half an hour.mama took off her arms and looked at me sadly "alicia... mama thought she could digest what you were going to tell me later" said Mama as she stroked my hair

"come first.. after that meal, then mama will tell me what you need to know my dear son." said mama while leaving me to the bathroom.

"ma.

" yes baby, spend your meal first, it's not good to talk while eating son" said mama slowly while wiping her tears.

I couldn't bear to see my mother like that anymore, I stood up and hugged my mother while kissing her beautiful unraveling black hair

"Alicia dear mama... mama don't cry anymore ma" I said while continuing to hug mama tightly.

after half an hour, my mother calmed down and took me to my room

while hugging us to the mama's room on the 2nd floor, our house was quite spacious even though we only lived three with a maid, papah could not be said to live in this house because it rarely came home, but we did not want to be able to, even if you come home for only a day or 2 days, if I ask why rarely mama just say papah working out of town

when I got to my room, my mom told me to sit on the bed

"Alicia.

"Mama is a mistress...... "

jederrrr felt like lightning was striking my head, I also leaned back without a sound