Sen is my first story, and I will not tell you at first whether the events of this story are real or a figment of my imagination, but I can say that I am one of those whose day is not complete unless they throw themselves in one of the corners of the bed and resort to their own world, the world of imagination in which we correct the mistakes we made and did not You are forgiven, and we express feelings that we hid because we were unable to translate them. Imagination that relieves us of the severity of painful situations and gives us an opportunity to stay longer with those we love, and with those who left, so we forgot their memories and what they were absent.