June 29

I was packing with a feeling of excitement when I received my sister's call that made everything change in a different direction: She will not be able to be with me for the next three weeks in which I was in Canada. He told me that the opportunity to do his university practices in the neighboring country United States had been granted, but precisely for this month. I asked with a feeling of anger and disappointment, what I was going to do now with a passport that cost me so much to get, an expensive plane ticket that could no longer be used, two suitcases ready to be taken to the cargo area and , the worst, my emotions disappointed by a long-awaited trip that is no longer possible to do.

But she proposed to me an option, that after listening to her the feeling of anger was replaced by one of nerves and leaving aside all this. My sister would leave me in the care of a friend from her university. She told me that she is a 21-year-old Canadian girl named Élisabeth who also needs to take a break, but that she has no one to accompany her or anything interesting to do, and that she had already done the same practices last semester that my sister is going to do.

The fear invaded me and I wanted to cancel everything, but the truth would hurt me to see my mother disappointed after realizing that all her effort was in vain, so in the end I decided to go. At this moment I am at the airport waiting for the airport to give me the order that the flight I have to take is already available. It's 11:10 p.m. and I have to wait another 50 minutes to be able to sit on the plane and be at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow in Ottawa, the capital of Canada. I've been here almost 5 hours and nerves and boredom make this unbearable. At first I was talking with some friends and then with my sister, who still does not stop asking me to forgive her for not keeping her promise.

I told her to stop worrying, and while we were talking, she sent me some pictures of Elisabeth so that I could recognize her the next day at the airport. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life: A tall girl with white skin but not so pale, with a beautiful long brown hair that sometimes kept straight and others quite wavy, and that most of the time kept loose, falling like the cascade of a spring, covering his neck, his back and shoulders, and that in others he was held in an attractive ponytail that was divided into two paths and each one ended resting on the corresponding shoulder. She did not have a model body, but the sensual curves of her bust, her waist, her hips and her legs reflected the moment of life of every young woman who is in the process of maturing, in which the hormones inside her blood become in artists created and sent by God to mold such a masterpiece to perfection. He had brown eyes with a touch of green that always reflected a look of authority and tranquility, beautiful lips that were always kept red by the lipstick he used and some beautiful hands with long thin fingers that ended in transparent nails very well maintained and treated. And the clothing that she always wore also attracted me a lot: She was not a clerk, but the informal clothes she always appeared in reflected how much she appreciates her youth, the sense of tranquility with which she probably lives and the happiness she keeps in her life. its interior with itself.

I was now more anxious to meet that girl, and at the same time wanting any chance that I could no longer travel. The nerves became insecure and now I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen.