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He was his third son, the youngest, the one who barely survives, the one who spent more than ten minutes between life and death, more than two months in an incubator sipping breath of life and earning him, day after day, a few grams of life.

When he handed him the package, he looked at it, his hand shook when he gave it to him, he remained silent as he left the bakery and smiled when he returned before closing.

She knew that one day he would not come back and she would know that he had been killed, like a dog, in any corner of the neighborhood, to steal the five hundred grams of farlope that was in the package.

That's the way business was and the bills have to be paid. You don't live to bake bread, my dear.

Her second husband told her when she lost her first child. He still had two of his children left on the list.

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Me encanto el relato hermano, ya que en pocas lineas transmite el verdadero ejemplo de lo que se vive día a día, en nuestras calles, en nuestro mundo, las drogas poco a poco se han ido apoderando de el, de nuestra juventud, que de una manera u otro, los buscan, los acorralan, hasta conseguirse en el camino jóvenes de mente débiles que buscan en ellas una solución, tanto de vida, como monetaria, por que aquel que la provee no le importar si daña, si mata, solo quiere que se reproduzca y que su mercado crezca y todo , todo en la vida tiene un precio, como el que acaba de pagar la pobre criatura del relato. me tocó mucho con ésta historia aunque no tengo familia sucumbida en ese mundo, trabaje muchos años en pro de que la juventud tome conciencia de que ese no es el camino. Lo felicito por su publicación.

Gracias, las drogas, cuando no se controlan, dan muchos problemas y las mafias se aprovechan de esa circunstancia.

Es correcto amigo es un gran problema social que tenemos difícil de controlar

short text but you made me feel it.
i like the way you write :)
thank you for sharing

Thanks, I'm trying to transmit something when I write.

Be on steam it and you know how to sell drugs....

I'm a writer, nothing more.