Getting home

Entering the condominium at that time of the morning, with the feelings I was dealing with, the things i was imagining, my memories, and of course listening to "Mrs. Robson", I've began to feel like as in the "rumour has it" movie once again. And as i passed every single house of perfect family hidden by the perfect porches and fenced of every single milionaire construction i once more started wondering about the secrets my family maybe was hidding.  Three hours of sleep, that was all that i had managed to do that night. The pool i believe would be very refreshing, for the body and  for the thoughts. That sensation i had last night was horrible, i spent more than an hour in my bed just lying down trying to think what to do with myself and how to be usefull. But no, the tought and I were uselless. I couldn't do a thing at this exact moment, I was numbed. My daddys reception was as cheerfull as I expected it to be. He asked me how I was as usual. But i did not anwsered as usual, I said: oh you know same ow same ow, just a little hart broken, i'm going to lay myself down by the pool and I'm going to stay there till I'm better. Nothing to worry about, I've already dealed with this before. Even tought he wasn't conviced by me. But still let me go. It was actually surprising to see my dad at home today. He was travelling just until last night. As well he was suprised to see me, after all I was the one that had appeared unannounced. When I arrived they were having breakfast, I joined them. My stepmom seemed thrilled to see that i was unwell. As they were already eating as i entered, she finished her meal very quickly from my perception. And the maid went to do someother thing elsewhere in  the house. Leaving me alone to my father, which made me very nervous and with belly pain. He did not insisted in anything assuming by my face that the story i had to tell wasn't pleansant.