Without eagerness he got up from his chair, I saw him secretly wipe a tear that was trying to emerge and what he said while he said goodbye, transported me to a scene from childhood, which did not leave my head throughout that day.
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?”
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