old. My bed's blankets covered me like when water covers the skin when your whole body is in a pool. I lay asleep as if I were baby Jesus in the manger, such a peaceful place. I was awakened by the scream of a woman. It reminded me of La Llorona, a Mexican legend of a woman. This woman was abandoned by her husband which lead to such hatred that she killed her two children. After realizing her consequences she drowned herself from the sorrow of her children's death. Now she walks through the streets…
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