Luckily, my aunt always had a place to greet us.
Her husband, my uncle, was somewhat intimidating.
He was very handsome, he did weights and drank soda smoothies with eggs, sometimes he gave us a drink.
We slept in our cousins' beds.
Between all of us, we took a year or two with each of their children.
Like a gang, hehe.
My uncle was intimidating because he had a thunder voice, very loud.
But, you forgot when you saw him dancing and laughing with his voice.
Some time later we returned home.
It was our own cycle.
At some point, we got to live in my grandparents' house more than once.
There, in a subdivision, where they lived after separating from their neighborhood, which they kept as their property.
I experienced some interesting things.
In fact, my grandfather was a very interesting person.
He could see things that others couldn't.
He said it was always that way.
There are people who can only do it as children, when they grow up, they lose that gift of perception.
We all have some story in the family of events, spirits or apparitions.
Well, my grandfather was one of them.
He had a good sense of humor.
He was spoiled, my grandmother was the one who kept us at bay.
I was little then, my mother says I was 4 years old.
It was a very freezing winter, as it was back then.
From those bone-chilling winters.
That even if you covered yourself with blankets on the couch, you were still shaking.
In the days when, when it snowed, it was about half a meter high.
My grandfather was huge.
He was too tall and too fat.
He had a metal chair on which he sat.
In the end, small and unaware for some things.
My grandmother told me not to play around the chair, I might fall.
My grandfather was sitting, and under his approval, I continued to play.
Until I fell. Just head back on one leg of the chair.
Which, although its tips were smooth, were ultimately made of metal.
They came to see me, my mother, sister and grandmother with the sentence: I told you.
My grandfather picked me up when he saw that I wouldn't get up.
When they saw the blood, they saw a way to get me to the hospital.
I had lost my temper.
At this point, my grandfather was a pensioner and for some reason we didn't have a car available.
Since his brother lived nearby, he was the one who took us.
I remember we arrived at the hospital.
My mom says that they investigated and asked both me and her about what happened, given the violence against children.
Because I was sleepy and tired, maybe because of the blow.
I got mad at them, so they would let me go to sleep.
Since I didn't look like I had been beaten, they took x-rays and stitched me up.
I remember feeling pain.
Even though I was anesthetized.
When I grew up, I understood that it does not have the same effect on all patients.