By Aaron.
But what?! Like what sister ?! What do you mean by sister, maybe my father was unfaithful to my mother and at the same time she was waiting for Mary ... or by God María José, my sister my little sister, the apple of my eyes my spoiled sister, but this It is impossible she is dead, or that was what my father said, that fateful day in that old house where we grew up and to which we stopped going after that day, that fateful day.
"It can't be true she died."
"Mom, that's impossible, she's dead." I can see how my mom turns her gaze, turns to see María José tenderly and slowly nods.
- I know it's very difficult to believe it but it's me brother.- says María José.- I remember that you taught me to ride a bike and every Saturday we went to the movies and ate ice cream, I also remember that you called me ladybug ... ladybug help me answer my little .- Upon hearing that I realize that it is her ... she is my sister, my little sister.
- But ... but how? How is it possible? Weren't you dead? - I see how my father gets uncomfortable and says he has a last-minute emergency at the company.
- I'm going with you dad. - I tell him at the same time that I stop, since I want to think things better, I don't know how to react I have a sea of emotions, the truth was not necessary to think.
- Not at all, son, you stay, you have… they have a lot to talk about.
- Okay, tell me mom or María José, someone can explain me.- I see how the two of them breathe deeply and look at each other, my mom breathes deeply and lets go to start telling what happened.
When the story ends is when I realize that Lina and my brothers are no longer here, it was just me and my mother Mariquita, just us like in those times.
When we were little my brothers went to boarding school in Switzerland, my father went every two weeks to see how they were doing in school, sometimes I could see them other times not, my mother, my little sister and I did not spend it playing and making cookies But the funniest thing was that we "built" a tree house, that house was the best for my sister and I went crazy pleasing her, I always bought her what she wanted. He smiled helplessly.
- I ... I don't know what to do? I don't know whether to hug you or scold dad for that. - I tell them after a few minutes of silence.
- No son, don't say anything to your father, that is in the past and it must remain in the past, the important thing is that your sister is finally with us after so long.
"My mom is right, little brother, so you think we'd better go to sleep and talk tomorrow." My mom nods like me, I'm grateful that my sister said it, I didn't know how to tell her to give me time.
We go up to the rooms, my mother stays in the master bedroom, Mariquita and I continue walking until we are two doors before my bedroom where I think Lina is already sleeping, I see how she wants to say something but does not dare so her decision is to enter his bedroom without telling us anything. It's when she acted I take her by her elbow I turn her around and hug her very tightly, in her ear I tell her how much I miss her and I ask her to be patient so I can know what to do with my dad.
By H.
My life soon we will be together, soon no one will separate us I will end each one of them so that you are only mine. My dear Natt, Natt, Natt as stupid as I remembered her, to just leave like this and leave my princess alone, that is not done dear, you are only leaving things easier for me than you think, to be alone in a country that you don't know.
And Lina, well, she'll be fine soon, Maria and Irina we'll see each other soon. I think it's time to pay a visit to the old days, all of us getting together would be great.
By María José.
At last, thank God everything is returning to its course, as it was years ago, that family that should never have been separated, never should have from HIM, never should have, but the good thing is that my brother hugged me like in the old days.
After many years I have been able to sleep well, I have once again felt that peace that I only felt in my childhood in the arms of my mother and at the time in those of my father, that was before that lady arrived with that news that I caused the hatred of my father, she was the only one to blame for all that, that memory is not very present to me, they are only flashes something like a dream, a dream in which I can swear that it is not a lie.
When I woke up in the morning I got out of bed all excited, I got ready and went down to enjoy breakfast as a family, at last we will all be together. When I get to the dining room I don't see anyone but I hear noise in the kitchen without wasting time I go in to see what I can help.
I am surprised to see that absolutely everyone is cooking, Aarón and my brothers are helping to cut onion, tomato, ham and chili, I see how Lina vate eggs, my mother is making hot chocolate and my father is toasting bread.
- Good morning everyone, how can I help? - They all turn around and repeat the greeting, my mother tells me yes, that if I can set the table.- of course I can.
I get down to work, he approached me to my dad's right to take the plates, spoons, forks and knives. I'm slowly putting everything together thinking about that conversation that made me stop calling my father "father". I don't know whether to believe him or not, but in order not to worry my mother or my brothers, it is better not to say or do anything that makes my father suspect. I can still hear her words "forgive me daughter, I know I was wrong and I ask for your forgiveness, how could I believe that lie?" What a lie? He didn't want to say anything else, he just started treating me like he never did with me, he hugs me, kisses me on the cheek and tells me how beautiful I am, uff like my sister, I always wanted him to pamper me and say how important I am for him but I never imagined that I would feel this great mistrust, this emptiness in my heart but the truth is that my mind does not stop turning the conversation that my mother, father and I had, no one else knows about that conversation my brothers know what it was one accident less Aaron could never lie to him, only he knows it.
- I see you don't need help. - I hear my father's voice behind me.
"No thanks dad, everything is fine." I turn and see him standing about three steps away from me, with a smile from ear to ear, with that fatherly look that he had never had towards me.
- Okay then, let me go to the office I need to make a very important call.- I see how he is entertained on his cell phone.- oh and no one interrupts me.- without saying anything else he leaves.
God! The radical change in my father makes me something incredible, I know it is something that I have thought a lot but I cannot stop thinking about it, I can only think about the past and my present, on the day I saw my brother in that job, that job that has brought me many joys and sorrows but mainly joys because in that place I found my brother after not seeing each other for so long.
The joy I felt when I saw him at his wedding, the joy reflected in my mother and the satisfaction of my father, if he were the same as years ago I would say that he is up to something but now I don't know whether to think badly of him or what to do. My brothers and sister-in-law come very happy with the food in their hands, so without further ado, each one serves as they please.
- My girl, can you tell your father to come to eat? - I only nod at my mother's request.
I listen to how Aaron and my sister remember anecdotes from our childhood and I believe some are before I was born. I am reaching the office door which is between open but something or rather the conversation that my father has catches my attention and makes a bucket of cold water fall all over my body. It makes many memories come to me, that I feel that helplessness, that lump in my throat, that dread, that feeling of anger, just to say a few, come back to me. The only thing that keeps my mind is "María José and Charlotte".