Like any child of divorce, this year I've had a great Christmas present: new jeans, new ipod, a new DVD player, new nike - purple, just that I wanted - a super fleece , goretex boots up to a hundred and fifty euros on gifts from my grandparents who are now beginning with the song not knowing what to buy and I prefer to give money. (And I was delighted, as I suppose you can)
My father came this morning to bring his gifts: a jacket with those then you do not wear for fear of streaking, a scarf with matching gloves, some books and high boots. I did not pay any attention to anything that had brought me, because in each of those gifts I saw the happy impression of Aunt Lou.
Then Mom asked me to leave the room because he wanted to talk to my father alone. If I did, but I stayed in the room next door with a glass against the wall. Surely you know the trick, and, of course, it is great to hear.
Mom told Dad that we would move. He had been offered work on a hydropower station in the Pyrenees, and that he had accepted. My father was like a beast, that as he had done so without consulting him, he could not take me so far, and blah, blah, blah.
Mom was great: he spoke quietly, calmly and quietly. He said it was a step we took her and me and, since he had been so timely to get out of house and leave us alone, did not see what right had now to seek sailing at the funeral.
way to talk, yes sir.
Total piramos us. Weigh anchor. We take the boat. We leave, go. Toward a mountain village left I guess the hand of God, but where nobody knows me and I will make life impossible. The Promised Land, go.
So I will give my last cerrojazo to start living again.
And I do not think about it now, I just looked and looked again my gifts of kings. The best gifts, the most generous I've had since I was a spoiled girl who carried the expensive toys.
And yet, these have been the saddest Christmas of my life. Good thing is over. Luckily
is about to begin another stage.
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