My mama said: "Wait for to color your hair after the photos in your book", and so she saids:"Wait I have money for to do your book", I want to take my cat whit my friend, and she saids:"Wait I have time. Wait until the next weekend." And in the next weekend she doesn't have time, and I have to wait more weekends. I always have to wait. I'm not angry with my mother, but with me, who always fulfills. I want to coloror my hair now, because my soul is colorful now. I want to take my cat now, because the missing cries inside me, and in all the weekends it is screams louder. Because I live all my life waiting, but the death never warned for me when I must to wait her.