El amanecer de los recuerdos

Hoy en www.adolescents.cat he visto esta carta y no he podido evitar compartirla con vosotros.  Hola, per fi tinc el valor d'escriure't aquesta carta. Ja fa 3 dies que no hi ets, 3 dies en els quals no puc suportar-ho més, ho he de dir, i quina manera, millor que a través de la nostra pàgina. 2 de febrer de 2015, et van arrancar de la meva vida sense cap motiu, van treure part del meu cor, ja no hi ets i això em mata per dintre, probablement no u llegeixis perquè estaràs a un altre lloc, però vull que sàpigues  tot el que mai t'he dit. Carlos, tete, germà, ja no hi ets aqui, ja no estàs per ajudar-me amb les mates, per donar-me consells, per recolzar-nos contra els pares, per fer-me sentir que no estava sola. Fa tres dies que encara tinc l'esperança que tornis a casa i m'ajudis a passar-me els trams difícils dels videojocs, encara tinc l'esperança que de nit, al mirar per la finestra, vegi la llum de la teva habitació il·luminant una mica la mev...

"When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no. One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.” She refused again, but right after class she went to the principal’s office and told them what happened. They searched his locker and there was a gun in his backpack. When he was arrested, some of my sister’s friends (some female, even) told her that she was selfish for saying no so many times. That because of her, the entire school was in jeopardy. That it wouldn’t have killed her to say yes and give it a try, but because she was so mean to him, he lost his temper. Many of her ma...