Most of my friends on the block were older than me; except for my two younger brothers, I was the smallest of the group that met every afternoon to kick ball, fly kites, or just talk. I had, and still have, a strong admiration and great appreciation for my friends;
The big man stopped, I passed him, he followed me with his eyes and only two meters from the longed-for corner, a strident, guttural exclamation, ordinary as his appearance, stopped me in my tracks: “Are you going to pass me by and pretend you didn’t notice me?”
I remember as if it were today, the moment almost at the end of the day when I entered that smelly and musty place, the surprise on my father’s face when he saw me and the hug we gave each other.
That afternoon, as she left her room, I could perceive the painful effort my mother made to walk each step, still leaning on the walker she has been using for some years and I felt very sad to see her like this.
Today, seen from the distance that years allow, the matter appears anecdotal and somewhat hilarious, but at that time it was a major crisis with no apparent way out, impossible to understand, and to which no one seemed to have the solution
Well, I also like to tell stories, I have an amazing imagination, I live in love with my wife, my five children and my three grandchildren, I appreciate every minute of life and I enjoy it watching…