Hola queridos amigos, les auguro un buen fin de semana a todos, espero que este relato sea de su agrado y que tomemos la parte sensible de la historia.

Fuente

Imagen cortesia de Sangjan Whansueng

Fuente

Imagen cortesía de Andar Moon

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Traducido al inglés con el Traductor de Yandex. Contenido inédito basado en hechos reales con todos los derechos ©️ reservados.

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English

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Hello dear friends, I wish you all a good weekend, I hope this story is to your liking and that we take the sensitive part of the story.

Source

Image courtesy of Sangjan Whansueng

At the end of the hill, in a humble hut, a man lived alone, accompanied by a puppy whose sad gait denoted the poverty of the place.

It was a secluded place inside a town plunged into the horror of its streets, which from time to time was bathed in blood, its inhabitants were characterized by the low and gloomy world of crime.

His life was developed in this environment that was never according to his personality, he was rustic, kind and often naive. His mother knew how to instill good values in him and even old, she tried to protect him from society, but he had to deal with the outside and try to fit in.

He lived on what he harvested on his lands and sold on those streets. And it was these waste places, due to the lack of humanity, that gradually consumed him.

Days, months, years, consumerism won him, that country and humble man embraced alcohol and changed. The fights, the debts and the cheating started. He began to build his own destiny.

Loneliness replaced it with bad company, lack of empathy and vices. The hill was illuminated in the evenings of people who were once strangers and now knew the intimacy of their home and their true personality, giving and supportive.

There was no compatibility of characters far from it, it was just the advantage of others to take advantage of their hospitality, quarrels and quarrels began for no reason. Could consumerism more than the logical idea of taking a step back, I was lost.

He tried, again and again, but alcohol could do more and with it, the deterioration of a strong and manly body. The vices and the years were taking their toll.
His elderly mother, had been a victim of his behavioral changes but mother finally did not neglect him and always tried to recover the loving son he was one day.

Many times he could not get home after a few drinks that always ended in fights. The mother's house was her resource for a perfect stop, since it was a few blocks before hers, she would spend the night there.

That was the life of that man, who succumbed to a sick society. His mother was waiting for him for three days and three nights, until with a slow and tired step he decided to go to the cabin, there he found thousands of lost attempts, in a cold and lonely dwelling. The presence of a frightened and sad puppy was the only witness.

Source

Image courtesy of Andar Moon

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Translated into English with the Yandex Translator.
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