Hi all, I return to this blog with the publication of one of my texts. As some of you know, many years I write. Then I give one of my last stories I did is one of my favorites. I welcome your comments, alert to the names of the characters:
SON DE SOL bugambilias
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When Ishmael was born, Sara was already at the end of his twenty-Nicolas half of their thirties. Sara and Nicholas had been married two years ago after living together five others. She taught ballet classes. Their delicate movements, elegant and always pushed back his shoulders, spoke of grace and discipline a child. It seemed cut from a picture of Van Gogh. Nicholas was silent, melancholy, evaporated from a painting by El Greco, with wrinkled hands and a tough beard.
Ismael was a robust and restless baby, who three days old rejected the breast, preferring to swallow cans and cans of powdered milk. After eight months and said "Water" and "Dad." At ten, walked sharp finger gripping Nicholas watching him grow and incomplete soft smile attached to it. Sara spent her mornings in seeing the baby, caressing her soft arms, play with it. Ismael grew very fast. At four years old, she walked around the house, closed and opened doors, disarm and examined what he had in the house.
- Sara, I'm bored.
- Why do not you go to the garden to play with your ball?
- I have not got to play with.
- Right now the end of cooking, I go with you.
- Sara ...
- What step?
- Why were you crying last night? - Sara went pale and cutting potatoes.
- It was a bit unwell.
- It scared me a lot with their screams. It makes it ugly.
- Why do not you get to light the story that your dad bought you as I finish?
- I'm afraid. Why are you here?
-...
- I want to leave. I do not like.
- Ishmael, I explained many times.
- I'm afraid when you feed and will do so.
- How?
- So ... do you see? It seems to Choper.
- Ismael Shut up.
- Why do not I have brothers and Huicho? He plays good father to Alex and Diego.
- If you behave, maybe you bought one.
- Where you going?
- I'll feed Luciano.
- you said we were going to play. What do you feed? Or grow.
- ... Right now return. Go to the garden.
- should throw it away. When the master of the junk I'll say take it back.
- You did your dad do not talk like your brother.
- That's not my brother. I'm afraid.
Sara wiped a tear with his hand and closed her eyes being careful to not see Ismael. He took the tray, left the kitchen. Ishmael out into the garden and lingered for a while, trying to cope a mealybug with an ant, without success. Then he went to sit under the bougainvillea that both Sara pampered with vitamins and fertilizers. Sara had been moved in the plant because the gardener said that the shadow was going to dry, the sun needed bougainvillea. Ismael remained a few minutes pulling flowers and leaves of the plant, making them throwing the grass rolls. Then he rose to go quietly into the room where Sara was, feeding Luciano. "A case in ten million", "A real mystery of genetics," "A miracle is still alive," said the doctors had cared for since birth Luciano. Sara and Nicholas had prayed after delivery, "That was done the will of God." Luciano had just turned eight years old. Ismael peered through the open door. From there you could see the railings and straps bed where he slept Luciano, Sara fed him in the mouth. Ismael was very still, watching the box. His eyes and mouth opened, his brow furrowed ever watching this scene. From the door and saw tiny black eyes Luciano, who reminded him chasing lizards in the farm of his grandfather. Sara always felt the eyes of Ishmael behind:
- Ismael! What are you doing here? Van hundred times I say you can not enter this room. Go to the garden .- Ismael said nothing and as always, ran scared. Luciano roaring, excited by the shouts of his mother. The scene was repeated infrequently, but when it was happening, caused a seizure in the family: Sara cried the rest of the day, Nicholas was comforting when Ismael came home from work and went to his room. Whenever he saw his brother had nightmares at night and wake up screaming: "I comeeee! I will eat, Mamiiii," then Sara and Nicholas came to the rescue. The next morning the three breakfast in silence, like someone had a bad dream I can not remember clearly, but that is steeped in thought for several hours.
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Dr. Balbuena was the physician of the family. Each month Luciano went to examine, revise it, he asked questions to Sara and then ordered changes in medications or feeding Luciano.
- How do you see today doctor?
- Better than last month, Sarita, but has continued to lose weight.
- Yes, it has been too restless and hardly eats. There is something that Nicholas and I want to ask.
- What happens?
- How long will you live?
- Pardon?
- Luciano. How much longer do you think you live?
- Look, we already have discussed. In cases like this ... it is impossible to calculate. We can only speculate. You know I've searched all the information related to this case, but it is so extraordinary that there is no precedent for something similar. It is similar in some other symptoms genetic disorders, certain chromosomal aberrations, but in reality does not fit and no pattern. Luciano could die tomorrow or maybe in ten years. We do not know.
Nicholas looked down with folded hands while listening to the words of Dr. Balbuena. Sara sighed and stroked his neck. Her moist eyes jumped from the face of the Doctor that of Luciano and then escaped into the garden with bougainvillea.
- What happens is that we are having many problems with Ismael. As much as we explain and try to reassure him, no, we can not. We are terrified to Luciano. "He added Nicholas while he stood beside the bed rail.
- is natural. But are stages of adjustment. Gradually the child will grow accustomed to his brother, believe me. But the process is not instantaneous. Must be patient and do everything I say the psychologist.
- We considered the possibility of placing Luciano. In a specialized niche. If only we were Sara and me ... but do not want ... Ismael ... you know doctor, traumas and all. Ismael had many nightmares.
- Well, actually that is something you must decide, perhaps the psychologist could target more than me. But if I can be realistic in the state that is Luciano, it does not matter if you're here with you or in an institution. Anyway I guess I would see often.
- Sara intervened course flatly .- Luciano is my son. And what I want. God knows how.
- I know Sarita. Could recommend two or three hospitals where the care is first, several colleagues work there. When you have a decision, call me.
- Thank you, doctor.
Luciano followed with his two black spots the figure of Sara. Watched the three present, but always attentive to every movement of his mother, to each of his words. His breathing was heavy breathing when he was alone in his room.
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The night the boy died two days after his last medical checkup, Sara had been trying to locate Dr. Balbuena but found none. The fever had reached 40 ยบ C and no medicine seemed to serve. The boy stirred uneasily in his bed, babbling and screaming. Sara cried, again and again marking the Doctor's phone. When Nicholas arrived, and then hugged the child Sara. Was calmer, but the fever did not abate. Wrapped in a blanket and carried him to Nicholas Car. Sara leaned over the bed and her other son, and after verifying that he slept deeply, took her purse and ran to meet with the patient and her husband. Pulled in a hurry. At 11:43 am the doctors warned Nicholas Sara and the child was dead. The autopsy revealed no big deal. "Maybe an immune system disorder, an overreaction to an infection, an allergy that had gone unnoticed in children, had caused high fever, "doctors said. Ismael had died four years three months. Nicholas and Sara cried embraced. They stood in the hallway for several minutes. Then they got up. He had to take care of the paperwork.
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- Why, Why Nicholas?
- Sara Do not ask me why, you know why. We are paying a high price. That's all.
- You know, I think that Ishmael is like my bougainvillea. I needed sun. Here there is only darkness.
- Yes, I think it was better that way.
Sara and Nicholas were silent as they watched the bougainvillea in the garden, sitting on the terrace. Luciano stared at the floor and smiled for the first time in his life. Luciano was the firstborn. The son of Sarah and Nicholas. Alone.
MAY 1996.
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