wish to stop listening. Everything was silent. Both noise keeps me awake.
From here on my bed, I can hear my mother on the phone, arguing with someone and raising his voice, surely someone wants to charge you more. I also hear the television in the room of my sister. You're watching those cheesy soap operas have become so famous. Outside the church bells are calling on the pious women, only they would come to church on weekdays. A child screams furiously, he also heard his mother screaming. Damn violence. Speakers and more screaming, ramshackle gray car stopped and can not boot. In the distance a group of ambulances and police cars whiz, I can hear the sirens.
I stop listening and all is silent. I want to ... sleep.
Teresa Villaseñor
Toluca Mexico.
Toluca Mexico.
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