Santiago Monologue

My friend Santiago had a good job. He was a cardiologist, he wanted his family to live in good conditions. He did not let his wife work, she just took care of Jonathan their son. He also had a cat named Perla. Santiago, Chris, and I met in college we soon became friends. I knew he had aspirations in life. However, Chris was most of the time jealous of all the achievements of Santiago. Not long after we graduated Santiago got this job and he stayed there over ten years. Santiago was working hard and saving his money; he was living in a small studio in queens. After some years he met his wife Vivian in the hospital. I was there when she came with blood in her hand she had an accident. I was waiting for Santiago to finish his afternoon shift

I did not like her for him she was just interested on his money. They went out for few months then they got marry. Of course she wanted to have a big apartment and all the luxuries she did not have before. That meant more work for Santiago but he did not care he was just so in love and blind. After he got marry with Vivian we got distant a little bit because I did not like her. Four years have pass and I heard he has a child is two years old. Santiago is getting sick a lot because he is not having enough rest. When I talk to him a few weeks ago he seemed stress I asked him to take a coffee with me so we could talk. He talked to me about his

He looked at me serious; I ask what happen he did not say anything. I knew something happened he look so pallid. After that he excuse himself and went to his house. From what he told me the apartment was empty. It was like people were ready to move in there was nothing in the house but Perla. He came to me and told me I wasn’t surprise at all. The worse part is that Vivian left him for Chris. She took most of his money to spend it with Chris. Santiago stayed with me for a week but he wasn’t comfortable there. Santiago was so embarrassed I told him he was my friend and he had nothing to feel embarrassed of. He spent the little money he had after that he went to live in the streets with Perla. It’s now three years I haven’ t heard anything about him. During 4 months I search for him in the streets but I did not find him. I went to the hospital where he used to work and I ask there if they haven’t receive any body hurt there with his descriptions. Days after I went back and he was there, a car hit him. Santiago looked so different; he had long hair, mustache, and beard. I knew it was him because I heard his voice taking to the nurse. When he saw me he ask me to search for Perla in the streets. I search and found her where he got hit. After few days in the hospital he got out. He came to my house with me and he asked