I was sitting in the sofa, thinking about the problems that I had in my life. Hard days for a young guy who only wanted to live his life as he wanted. Lonely but full of people in his life, any of them could understood the pain that he felt every day in every step that he took.

I got up and I decided to take the next step. The day was clearly sunny, these kind of these that happy people use for going on the park, in the beach or just take a brunch in a beautiful place. I had to admite that I was happy that was such a good day.

I opened the door and I said "bye" in low tone enough that anybody could answer me. I didn't want that my parents realised that I left home forever. A tinny voice said in my head that I was doing the right opcion, and other voice said on my heart too that It's gonna be hard.