The voice of the journalist spoke suddenly.In the right corner of the television screen was a golden cross being encircled by a snake, the symbol of Health.'' "Good-night, this is the National newspaper. News last minute, cases of Virus SS II of patients is increasing in developed countries .This virus,seams to attack the bone structure, infecting by reproduction of adjacent tissues such as muscles and even skin. It is a very aggressive virus, and scientists from around the world investigate a possible categorization of this virus.
In the reflection of the screen was a man with 50 years old.Hairy eyebrows and blue eyes. His face was covered in the shadow of the house and lit by the sun coming down the window. On the couch his elbows where resting on his knees. Had a jacket. His hands with oil,where holding is chin,sometimes scratching nervously,and trying to hear any answer that might arise. "We are here to listen to the political debate on the funding of research, since the deficit ..." The man had given up listening burying his face in his hands.Switch off the television,because he just had remembered that hope didnt died just yet. He looked behind him, a room with the door slightly opened,hiding the secret that he had saved dearly. Lost in thought, the man looked at the door with a blank stare.
"Father"he heard. The Calling echo of the words passed by his auditory system as a promise to fulfill. When he returned to his existence,the man stood up and with powerful steps followed to the door. With an experienced hand, opened it.In is right,there was one mask to use. He puts it and enters the room. "Yes Adrian?"Asked trying to smile the best he could. A man of 28 years old where in front of him. He had the eyes of his mother, what a memorable trait( Said the fathers hurt).Hes sun had a protective bandage in is neck and body. "Father,please..." Is father´s head had fallen with reluctance voice."no,no,no" said in a weak voice. "You have to understand,Father.." said his cub. "no,no.." "You have to understand...father of my blood?it is necessary to fight it.I am sick" "You are sick, but you will get better" "No,Father" his hands where protected with gloves as well.Moved is hands with the panic of intervening in his fathers mind.Waiting for hes father to understand he´s own silence. His father locked at the floor, and there where papers written all over the floor. "Did you finish your story?- he said deviating the subject. "Yes" Said hes son...in seconds he was trying to reach his fathers eyes, but he didn't looked at him."Please...father" said Adrian without any more strength. "I already told you, what they can do to you.Its decided!."Close the subject. Adrian fell into his bed feeling hes strength no longer existed.
The days passed by for this father but where years for his son.Hearing news about new cases of infection and panic on foreign country's. But time stooped when he went to see hes son...for the last time. He left a poem on top of him for his father to read:
"My strength is yours, my body is yours, My mind is yours my eyes are yours, even my blood is yours, My father... I am alive I am a dreamer, You do not own me. Like a yard or a piece of garbage, You say its a democracy, i say its a false sense of freedom. They say we can live in fear. You have the right to judge, but the right to chose my death. I am my dreams. Adrian Seth."´ The next page he had in his hands where a paper for entering the army. Was full written, he was prepared.Hes father felt remorse,panic agony, could this true? ´The last page said:" I endured more than one year to have this virus. You took care of me and mother...how long has been father?You don't have it yet...(apologize for bad English since is not my first language,and i now it sounds pretty amateur but hey, how wasn't?) ...To be continued