More Than a Scar.

When I was in junior high school, I had a dog, Pinky, he was my first dog and I loved him, one day when I arrived at my house my little friend wasn’t at home.

I said to my mom “Where is Pinky?”, and my mom answer me “he left the house we are looking for him”, we were looking everywhere, we distributed flyers, my father offered a reward of 50,000 pesos, but he never came back, and for a long time I dreamed that he was coming back, but that never happened.

When we gave up a few months later my father said "I do not want any more dogs in this house", and my mom said to him “What are you saying?”, and my dad said ”he abandoned us”, he was hurt and didn’t want to go through that again.

I would say that more than a scar he left a thorn in my heart and left an empty space in our family.