I was only six years old when my dog, Laïka, died. I was devastated. A pain pierced me, from the center of my heart. The moment I saw the body of my australien shepherd lying on the road my heart stopped beating. I couldn't breath.
"But die is part of life" I said to myself.
I was eight years old when my little sister died in front of my eyes. She was only a couple months... the same pain pierced me. I couldn't breath, again.
"But die is part of life" I said to myself, for the second time.
Months later my mother fell sick, everybody knew how it was going to end. She died two weeks later, while I was a friend's house.
Instead of saying to myself what I was saying to myself for the last three years, I promised to myself to do anything I could do to not loose my beloved ones and to be strong. At the age of nine I started doing extra work at school, I worked in a garage and it took only four months for me to be able to assemble a car motor, and by one year I knew how to build a hole car. Had a big advantage; I grew with only boys, my father was a garagiste and my big brother was doing STEM. I had everything I could dream of, everything except what I lost.
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Science FictionA bilingual story | Une histoire bilingue. I had just finished him, I put the final touch; his eyes color... A clear grey. My eyes looked from the top of his hair to the tip of his toes. He was perfect. I activated the start button, which I regrett...
