You never know the things you can encounter while walking down the street. I like to walk and step, see all around. I try many times to go to learn things on the road, I imagine, will like my pekes. And they are great talkers. "House of the Frog" - he says Valentina, while cross-faced imitates animal sounds in question. Braulio tells me "! Look piqui" - every time we go in that corner where the dish is no advertising attached to a pay phone. I enjoy teaching a lot of new things to come. And diligent walking down the sidewalk of the hands loose, but that if, always under the watchful eye of father crow.
Just going to pick them up at the nursery where, before coming to the house of the frog, Valentina say, I met a young lady who brought the hand of a child of the same age as Brad and greeted me a huge smile. But what I stuck with me was the huge pot that brought the child while dragging his baby steps on a par with his mother. Those eyes invaded by sadness, about to burst into tears, I dug straight into the heart ... "wow" - I thought.
few steps after crossing our path, lying on the sidewalk a little package of candy wafers. I looked quickly to the child and whether, was turning also, with the saddest eyes I've seen in a long time, as he walked away again, leaving his tristecita spread on the landscape of the city.
I would invent an epic final. Tell them that I lifted and ran to give them candy, but that did not happen. I felt strange to feel all my efforts to hide the pain that I was over. In my mind, February 1, was repeated over and over again.
do not know how many years passed, but I do remember it was very hard to save what is necessary to pay him to run to Dona Carmelita, the only seller of toys in my town, pesito on pesito until finally he gave me that doll. It was a small plastic workers, articulate, with a helmet and toolbox. I originally wanted a cowboy, but by the time I finished paying and was just that. And I loved him as only a child can love a little piece of thin plastic, that matter if he was not armed ... I got home from my aunts, weaving a thousand stories that workers live with me in the gardens, but did not my younger sister would make a fuss about my doll.
My mother, somewhat embarrassed by the screams of my sister and my childish selfishness, I gave a tremendous pinch and sobbing, I put my obrerito in the hands of Lupita. Then she walked around the poise of the world and threw it through the hole of the strainer. Goodbye, my little minion! - And I cried all afternoon, watching the dark and cruel deep pit lined with unbreakable metal. As recently as last time I forgive my sister for that crime committed against my imagination.
The child that I saw on the street and I are not so different. Enough with lavish some attention to avoid such severe sadness that inevitably pollutes us. A little compassionate consideration - I think. The child's mother did not look back to discover that he dragged his steps, refusing to leave behind their candy, and gripped the small hand, he was forced to leave go. My mother did not see the mountain of leaves of bread that I had to clean the tiles thoroughly swept and washed the glasses cost me to get my hands on my toy.
How easy would be to avoid tears if we put a little more attention. What would be firm and lasting love if they realized how much it is costing us give your heart! ... We want without our pinching cruel, let us walk without arm drag ... we fairly measure to find out if indeed we are so expendable!
I think. I'd really rather you make a funeral for my love just in time to stop going down the drain. I long for and I wish the best of all when it is in my hole lined with metal and concrete cold. Just because they were busy on something else and thought "are trifles," and with painful indifference, continued pulling, dragging ... when the palate of a child, a sweet is the greatest love on earth
And while I I knelt in front of the strainer. Mourning is healthy ... but I'd rather avoid it. Today dawned with me working, looking curiously reminiscent of that child is mine. I hope you buy another sweet afternoon. I never went back to save for another toy. Goodbye, little follower!
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