date is about Reyes and with it the classic deception. Food for the camels, cups of anise for their Satanic Majesties, Magic asleep orders soon and be good lest they receive only typical coal ... Lies, cruel in my opinion, with which we lure them in kids, and then confess the Indeed, trauma and instill a deep mistrust of mankind. What's more, many more. There seems to be a child who thinks that is synonymous with being an asshole, why are lied to consistently, creating in mental empanadas Sir father.
For example, my parents had never talked about religion or God or the Virgin who bore him. "I decided it when it has been desarrollao neuron" they said. And that was that. Total, when I was 5, my paternal grandfather died and the director of school (public and secular) who was also a psychologist, decided it was better that I give him the news. Me out of class, I sat in his office and the colleague told me a nice story about my grandfather, who had gone to heaven and was surrounded by angels, passing pipe. I said I would no longer be able to see more, but had to be thrilled because the sky is the Releche in vinegar and my grandfather was there as Diox (and Diox , which he said was Mr. enrollao more global world. Moreover, though he could not see, could talk to him when I wanted, so 24-hour service. It would not be on the phone, but the answers would receive them on my mind.
and indicating that said when I would kindly put the conference not speak up but just do it "to myself" (thank you, thank Sr.Director to keep me committed to a psychiatric at such a young age) sent me pa home. And then I arrived I made a lark, glad you sincerely for my grandfather. It was hell of a guy who always played with me and took me with him to the cider. Let me eat my fill chips in exchange for Chivas I did not my grandmother that he was smoking at the bar. We were a tremendous team. Going to miss him, but hell, "who deserved more than my grandfather being in such a paradise? Also ... can telepathically talk to him when I liked, something I could not do before ... it did not matter much miss it. Because someday convince him to make me a visit Destrangis.
Yet somethingdid not fit. At home my mother cried inconsolably and my father had a funeral face inexplicable. So happy to see me playing and singing, who feared that the Director had Rajao and I had not said a peep.
- Are not you sad?
- Me? No! Why?
- Because he's dead Grandpa Did not I explained the Director?
- Yes ... what?
- How to "and"? Are not you sad?
- No.
My father started getting like a tomato. And his neck vein swelled dangerously. I watched him scares, but Pope did not understand. Let's see what we were? Do I have or not I have to be sad? The Director tells me that my grandfather is in a fucking party heaven and I have to be happy. And now comes my father and who was determined to give me a fit. My father is a fool, or is stupid?.
- I ask again, "said a voice from beyond the grave, are you sad?
- No - said I, with frightening sincerity.
- Punished without leaving your room!
- Ein? Why?
- What do you mean why? Do you feel sad or not you ashamed?
- I feel a little sorry for him no more ... but hey, I'm glad.
kas Take that apple. Have you ever tried to tell a guy who just lost his father, that you're glad an egg and part of another? Ya, I know that I was only 5 years, but the shock to him had to be the wafer. Threw me out and told me not to come until you give me grief (which obviously absurd imposition can only be explained from its state of pain and grief). As I did not understand a shit, I decided to tell my grandfather what was happening. I sat on the stairs and tried to talk to him. But did not answer, his uncle. I give you hit there, "Grandpa!, Grandpa!," I was hear? Your child is a bastard to me castigao ! Has become the economic and not how cool is happy who are you to the highest ". And nothing. Not many. No response. Missing. And then I started to piece things together. I have cut a line that does not exist for non-payment, I see my grandfather, I answer, I will not see, my father is sad, my mother ... this bastard of me Director engañao , cawoensusmuertos ! (And that other than to consciousness).
That was the first on the forehead. Then came more. For example, the Magi. My parents, apparently seen with my grandfather, chose to sing true. But I was keen eye and did not believe them none.
- The Kings are the fathers, "he said," what happens is that the legend that in his day, there were some men who brought gold, frankincense and myrrh to baby Jesus and then, to commemorate ...
- No, in my school everyone says that the Kings are the Kings. Also, if they do, who are these men who go on the tour?
- Well ... are a guys who dress up as kings, nothing more. But do not tell anyone, eh?. See what other kids think they are real and could disappoint suffered "insisted my parents, tired of getting complaints from other dads, because of the long tongue of his offspring.
- Yeah, man, what else? "But you think that after making a fool of myself with my grandfather going to bite again? That this "do not tell anyone" sounds to "talk to yourself!" That I'm stupid but not so!
Obviously, one day I realized that it had not trap or cardboard. I had only to observe other children, like myself, received gifts in keeping with the economic situation of their parents. A few, many others. About the last of the latter, other old toys. Notwithstanding this, maybe not such a bad idea to lie to children. It's a way to prepare for what awaits them in the future. Because ultimately, even with the issue of the Kings, we are making fun of adults. Some things never change.
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