Candies from nowhere…
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Chapter X: About coffee and after dinner digestives
Quetzaltenango City, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
I felt his gaze rest upon me, as he stood motionless at my door. Time stretched into an eternity (partly because I had this terrible itch in my nose, it may have felt impossibly longer). Finally! He walked in. He took his time to inspect my room at length. Suddenly, in his loudest voice, he began to greet the surroundings. Noisily, he said hello to the house in general and to my room in particular. He congratulated the sun and its fine ability to shine so brightly. Then he complimented the air on its impeccable freshness. Approaching the window, he proceeded to hail the beautiful blue skies; at that point, he called out to the teddy bear and challenged my stuffed cat to a duel… Then, as an earthquake hit my bed, I began to shake along with it. While I lay quivering in my bed, he announced the arrival of the grand, beautiful and majestic new day, right into my left ear and messing up my hair!
“You lazy child!” he continued at the top of his powerful lungs, “Shamelessly you lie. Behold the child, dumped as if she were but a sack in the middle of that bed; precisely, in the middle of this wonderful morning. Though you may pretend to feel sick, the world around you knows better, and it marches on, full of light, for the day is upon us, and waste it, we shall not! While you lie on your back and close your eyes to the world, the sun it still shines; regardless of how you try to ignore its wondrous presence, yet it persists, as it overflows to fill this overwhelming day! What a disgrace! As you pretend to be sick, your Blessed Mother is selflessly preoccupied, ravaged by her suffering. Yes, her soul is not only worried, but alas, it is also mortified, tormented and caught in sheer desperation. Your mother is a saint, but she is also a martyr. Observe how she wastes away, she loses her sleep and her weight, growing so thin in her misery, her grief, and her woes. Thus, she suffers, because she believes in the terrible theatrical acting of her mischievous child, who wickedly deceives her into believing that she is sick, and that she is not that hideous child, who is just too lazy to finally rise off her back, get up, cast of the sheets, and courageously climb out of her warm bed to finally take her place in the world!”
Finally, no matter how hard I tried not to give in, I gave up and opened my eyes; however, I did so with a swift flicker of my eyes. I was innocently hoping to catch him unaware! Smiling, he thrust his hands in front of my face. His hands were empty, and their palms faced up. Before I had even blinked, they reappeared. Now his hands were full of sweets made from pinolillo, a corn powder that makes the Nicaraguan candies taste so good! He had them hidden somewhere out of sight. Somehow, he made them appear from nowhere…
As I was avidly going through the sweets, he jumped and flew into the air. Landing abruptly, he crashed on my bed spilling the candies and spreading them all over the floor. He appeared to have executed a high dive. Apparently satisfied with his mischief, he gently lay down by my side, as he wrapped his right arm around me. A certain magic stems from that perfect mix of a good dose of affection, combined with a caring smile, and a good sense of humor; it immediately had an effect on me. My spirits rose. Though my discomforts didn´t actually disappear, I did feel much better. After a while, I began to laugh, and also, I began to forget my hardships and feel stronger. Although I was only nine years old, I was already considered a young woman.
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