My father died years ago after a long period of suffering. He suffered from cancer and it was me who had to take care of him. There was nobody else. I was almost a teenager then. Since he died, I’ve been living alone in Havana. It’s been hard, but now I feel proud of myself.
The deepest pain I’ve felt was when my father died. I wasn’t prepared for that… Well, I guess you can never be like… prepared for such a thing. We were more like friends… That was five years ago. Now I live with my mother, and my sister. I know it’s time to get married and have a son, but is not easy when you are not economically prepared, you know? I wanna have children, that’s for a fact! But at its time, right?
I seriously think Cuba is the best place in the world to live in. I have several reasons to believe that. First, I have a good job (not the one I dreamed about, but good in the end), then I have my family, and the father of my son (we are not together anymore, but he’s still the father of my little child, isn’t he?), and my friends, and all the time in the world to hang out with them. I couldn’t live far away from all this.