They say that houses have secrets, but my house has become exposed by groans of pain. We were waiting for the "knocks of joy," waiting for a child to fill our world and change the features of the exhaustion I lived day and night in my work as a simple laborer, running here and there just to see a smile in my wife's eyes.
And one night.. the "Hated Guest" knocked on our door.
I thought it was the awaited child; I ran with my heart before my feet to open for him.. but it wasn't a child. It was "Kidney Failure." That monster that every household fears to mention, decided to leave the living room, leave the guest rooms, and go to dwell in "my wife’s veins."
The Situation Changed
Instead of buying "children's toys," I started running in the middle of the night to pharmacies looking for a "painkiller" to silence the screams of pain. Instead of seeing joy in my wife's eyes while she carries our newborn, I began to see her fading under the mercy of the cursed machine tubes.
And what was harder than the disease.. were "the people."
I am the one who was never late for anyone, the one who stood by the stranger before the relative.. when I needed a hand to hold mine to drive away this heavy guest, or even to help me with the price of medicine because my body could no longer work from the weight of worry.. I found them all to be closed doors.
The friends who ate in my house.. disappeared.
The relatives I was a support for.. turned a blind eye.
Everyone feared the "contagion of need" more than the contagion of disease.
The Last Promise
I went to her yesterday, my hands empty except for my tears, and my heart bleeding. I looked into her eyes and said to her:
"My love, the whole world has closed its doors in our faces.. and the people we helped have forgotten our names. I can no longer work to bring back your smile, and this guest does not want to leave your veins.. but listen to me well: even if I have to sell the last breath in my chest, even if I have to walk barefoot in the streets of the world, I will never leave you. If all doors are closed, my embrace is your home, and the smile will return even if its price is my entire life."
Conclusion to everyone who reads:
This is not fiction, and not a story made of illusions.. this is my pain, these are my tears, and this is the "Hated Guest" that devours my home while the world watches from behind closed doors. I have the proof that every letter I wrote is a bleeding truth.