The Real Life of Francis

It was five o'clock in the morning, and had not yet achieved Francisco sleep. The truth is that some time is spent nights awake because he heard noises, but the funny thing is that the next day was not tired at all.

Rose again in order to get ready for work and left a little early to get quiet. What most caught his attention these days is that at that time he could not see hardly anyone on the street.

After the work day turned back to his home, made ​​dinner and went to watch TV for a while. Was bored so I decided to look at some old pictures I had ordered on their albums, because Francisco was overly tidy. The deceased family put them in a particular album and ordered by date of death, the living put them in other classified by dates and to know what brands would in each issue.

When the album eyed people were no longer here, it was realizing that for some error, there were several that were misclassified.

My aunt Adelina? But if I was with her on Saturday. Why did I put here?

And to Eufrasio? Do not know what I was thinking when I made the classification, perhaps the fatigue is starting to take its toll.

It was therefore proposed again to organize albums for all was right, until he came to the picture of his father. That one thing ran through him, because he died when he was young, but also suddenly remembered that I had seen on Saturday ...