ObscureRaindrops in the Morning

My father left us at home, went to work, my mother was washing clothes, made ​​a noise out there were exactly 4 hours and 17 minutes in the morning, she had to leave for work too, she let me take care of my younger brothers, we were poor. We were very tired, bricamos last night, catch-up, the washing machine made ​​a noise, was old. I felt something stirring the blanket that covered me and my brothers, because we slept in the same bed. I pulled the blanket to cover me again, but still moving, I felt very scared, I felt helpless, what it was, I wanted to move, could not, could not speak, shout and call my mother, a heavy breathing and crude was nearby, and I do not even outlined a reaction, I thought it was a nightmare.

One person, a ghost? I do not know, it was dark, the cracks of the roof could not illuminate the room, I cried with fear and dread, while my brothers slept. I do not even have the guts to call them, which podriam do? They were just babies, children. I feel a warmth around me, is someone, I'm sure is a person. My mother is out there in the morning dew, and is as innocent as a rose.
I remembered the words of my father when I camped with him, he told me that I need not worry, though we were poor, they will gave love, and took care of us. And he told me everything would be fine.
I remember the words of comfort, where everything was perfect, and my father told me he would not leave me when things were simpler, where nobody was ill, he said it was for me to ask anything in case of doubt, and now I feel fear, something that maybe is my imagination. "Patience, it will be alright"