Papa One

-Towards where one went? – I do not know it. As soon as you arrived disappeared. -One will have eaten? asked Dieguito. The mother was tying ends. An old dress of target that appeared in certain cases. This time she was the one that felt distressed. Its tone was autoritatio.

-Vmonos! The mother moved away of the bank with a boy in each hand without a glance to the olive tree. One did not dare to confess to them that it also had seen him. Several times and in different sites, in particular near the district. Raised between the branches of the tree the old man it saw them leave with a jab in the soul. All had forgotten to him. Their memories returned One night of celebration in the villa of its brother. Dieguito finished turning a year.

Three together generations, forming a Great one Family like the one of the cinema. Appetizer, lamb, pies and marzipans. Beer, came, champagne and residue. Too much for anyone. – Papa, llvanos to house. Jaime has drunk much. He must have denied. He was at night and he had frozen. The gusty wind carried snowflakes. The old man lead alongside with the son-in-law. Behind her daughter with both young went. Dieguito had fallen asleep. Between the Mununa hands it took peluche of his brother. – One had fallen to him, – it was justified to become the great one it recovered when it of the ground it tightened and it against his lap. Curves and wet asphalt. Suddenly, the lights of a truck in the nocturnal mist. A sharp turn to avoid it. The railing of the border jumped in pieces. The car fell to a precipice, hurrying against a rocky crag. The grandfathers gave a last sharp turn, conscious of his sacrifice. The rock squashed the nose of the car by the left side.