I still remember that day.
When I crossed the door of this hospital room, she was there.
Pale. Tiny in this bed too big for her.
Mayora.
She had finished here after discomfort in the middle of math. Despite her tired face, she still found the strength to smile at me.
- Stella! You were able to come! I thought this grumpy teacher had held you back ... So, what did I miss the course?
I look at her, incredulous.
- Could you have died, and you think of a fucking math lessons?
It increases an eyebrow, mischievous.
- Hey ! The exams are coming, I must not miss anything, she said in an almost fun tone. Then, more slowly: thank you for coming ... you are the best.
I look away. My throat tight.
- Nothing ... But you look exhausted. Don't tell me that your aunt started hitting you?
She shakes her head with a half-sourire.
- She's not mean, I swear. Just ... a little broken in the past.
- This is not a reason to pass your pain on you, Mayora.
- I know…
His voice goes out. The sentence remains suspended in the air, as unfinished.
It was then that a nurse enters, a file in hand. The smell of disinfectant is stronger, spicy.
- Are you family? She calmly asks, the quick but precise look.
I fix it, then I answer without hesitation:
- We can say that.
That day, I had no idea that each of our moments would become a memory to cherish like a star ready to go out