Faces marked for pain, but receive comfort and solidarity from the other mothers who if find in the same situation. They are part of the dark and solitary world, therefore many are abandoned by the husbands ahead of the situation. More tomorrow who will be part of this dark world and solitary We are as sheep spread in the field, not existing in this globalizado world social classroom, where our children are the female prisoner. as to protect them of the situation ahead where if it finds the society.
We are mothers ignored for the society and condemned by many as failed. Already we do not cry tears and yes blood, the ones that obtain to escape to have that to recognize its son in a street any or a morgue, God the benes. More the ones that are and lose its children have who you mercy and comfort its hearts. Therefore they live pparently conformed external, more internally they live in suffering, therefore part of them dies with the lost son, lives as I buzzed, trying to run away from the looks of the plaintiffs whom its sucks little energy to continue. I was felt as a leper, whose few are from fear come close to acquire the illness, more badly knows it that the illness is inside of us, therefore already does not see the next one as we exactly and we do not import when seeing a body extended in the soil, after all of account we are not nobody of our family, we have custom to say if he died deserved, plus who we are we stop giving such verdict and tomorrow the which body will be there. It thinks about this, it reflects and it defrosts its heart.