After spending hours looking for clothes for my dad (he's a big, tall man, so it's kind of hard to find clothes for him), tired and with sore feet, I ran into my sister-in-law (maybe a little wink from the universe). I reacted badly at first because I didn't see her, and she pulled me over to say hello. which startled me and caused my reaction. Apparently, she had seen me from afar, but I was lost in my thoughts and didn't notice her.

After a few more hours, my stepmother returned to her home (Punta de Mata), and I headed to the bus stop to return to mine (Maturín). When I arrived, there were so many people it was unbelievable. I had never seen so many people there. The cars weren't moving, and people were opting for buses and motorcycle taxis. It was getting dark, and I couldn't see any movement. I checked my cell phone and found out that there was a roadblock on the avenue very close to my neighborhood. Nothing had been moving since early in the day.

A tree had fallen, and the heavy rains made everything worse. As night fell, I had to go to my boyfriend's house, which I wasn't very comfortable with because of how tense we were, but I couldn't stay downtown, and the fewer people I saw, the more worried I became. In the end, I went like a sardine in a can on a bus. When I arrived, I realized that someone had tried to rob me. Thank God they only opened my bag.

As it had been a very long day, seeing how tense we were made me realize that the day would be much longer and more tiring for me. The trip to his house gave me a headache, and I just wanted to sleep. With everything going against me that day, being with him and talking did us good. Whatever happened, we had to see each other, and the universe knew it. Even though we talked when I was at my dad's house, we had to be close to each other to work it out. We weren't doing well those days, and it was going to take more days to work it out while we were apart.

Although I was hesitant, everything flowed and worked out perfectly so that we could talk. We stayed up late talking, and at some point, I was grateful for the chaos that made me decide to go to his house. He had already offered before, but I also had the option of going back to my dad's house, even though it was farther away.

All that chaos in the city, that week when we weren't doing well, the tension and problems, the long day and how stressed I was just made me want to be close to him. I slept peacefully, I missed him so much, and after all that, we're better now. This isn't the first time that the world seems to be against me and in the end it turns out that I should have been somewhere else, but it was the most noticeable because, seriously, it was chaos that day until we were together.

This “apparent” setback turned out very well (for us, after all, the traffic jam was huge and started moving at 9 p.m. after beginning at 3 p.m.). Sometimes life plays these kinds of tricks for a beneficial purpose, and in our case, it was fair and necessary.

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