Emiliano Mancilla

Let’s just wait for her, let’s just pretend you are asleep, that fall from the stairs last month seems to finally have beaten you. 

Does it even matter to try to wake up? 

In the end you’ll only see your wife, your daughters and your granddaughter. 

The same people that, at least once you retired, only saw you like a servant. Not like a husband, not like a father, not like a grandfather. 

Remember how they didn’t care about your opinion, how they shouted at you when things didn’t turn out as they planned… Like if it was your fault their failures. It just doesn’t seem right for you to lift that weight anymore. 

You can’t even remember when the last time you met your family was, you are a prisoner and this is your jail. 

You aren’t strong anymore and the hit you took has given you a monstrous pain when you try to get on your feet. Going to the bathroom seems like a noble courtesy, you’re a gentleman after all. 

It’s not a novelty everyone is waiting for you to die at any moment, and it’s not a novelty you have been getting ready for this moment for a long time, but for some strange, maniac reasons, it’s just not happening. 

Maybe it is like a long road trip when you’re not driving, the time will accelerate if you sleep, maybe if you close your eyes and try to ignore everything, she’ll arrive earlier to take you out, maybe she’s late because she doesn’t want you to see her without her best outfit, maybe she’s just waiting for your call. 

Let’s just wait for her, let’s just pretend you are asleep.