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when he heard that. Much had long begun to hear it, even had had some quarrel with my brother. But I was not like them, and did not want to be. When Christmas came, she told me that it could give. Those words hit me very well. It was what I had been expecting.

A little further down the convent of Vilariño lived a friend of Quico, Suso, with seven brothers, six of whom were girls. Were smaller than me, most believe she was fifteen. I liked children. I do not know if it was to forget those years and to feel wanted. The truth was that it had become increasingly shy and never wanted to be as before in this topic. Many times I had stopped to ask why he did, and could not answer, but I hated the day I met him and that alone made me take refuge in him. I do not know if deep down I would like to return to those times. Did not, was my biggest headache, they did want me to forget, but he had become a life or death struggle, and one of them had to withdraw. I wanted everyone to help me kill it.

The truth is that I am very reluctant to ask for a kiss, always afraid that I might say no, so she sought her friends. Conchita, a day that was alone Vilariño, was always with someone, I do not remember that day very well if it was one or the other left. When finished the catechism, I was then told her to come to dictate a poem he had written to pass clean. I sat down and she stood by my side. He said: "Close your eyes." I think at that moment I thought of a gift. And closed. Then he gave me a kiss on the lips, saying: "I love you." I had always considered this as a secondary theme: come of age. Maybe he thought it would be the time who would bring me. And in a second, maybe I imagined it would be that far. I did not notice who uttered those words. I also I said. And I gave it. We found several. Then she retired to another room and I finished the poem. I recognize that at the time wanted to put him reach under their skirts, I guess I was stunned by the television, but a force held me back.

Maybe being in the convent, but rather believe that God allowed me to dominate. If he had, I would become a slave of that memory, as so often was and still am to many others. Then he left. Do not know why I believed that and the following Sunday, when I saw him I asked if I still wanted and she said no.