(...) was the worst thing that could be the end of the 60 in my family, a spoiled child. He had at school, not many. Girls who wanted to be the center of attention, his parents used to give in to their whims and who were in check. Rode the San Quentin if not getting what they wanted. No one could with them, it was a corny, a prim and all that frightened me to be. The whim and desire have been a constant form of weakness unbearable for me, anything to be ashamed and hide it inside if you have. girls were also bad, but had his grace as scurrilous and outspoken as they were, those who smoked more sneaking into the yard and let loose once in a while a taco with some precision and worldly style. It was not well be so, but were, without comparison, much better than pampered.
"I consent too" once heard my grandmother told my father. "It is normal in your situation, and I understand, but do not do any favors. Children need to know say no. You have to endure the storm of your daughters come to think or even say to your face, not because they want to deny something. Until then, until you put up with this accusation or hate small not know what it means to be a father . "
There she was, her mother, to educate, orphan girls, but not so spoiled, God wanted. Being bad was attractive, but, above all, I wanted to be like the children of cachicanes , guardians of the estate, in air by giving them really suit, barefoot, with no apparent schedule or obligations. "Why I can not I be like them?" "Because they do not have what you have" was the invariable answer.
these children grew up envying free and worshiping my grandmother at the same time, also fearing his blue eyes that pierced and accurate.
"Your grandmother is a lady," said Mary with devotion . So I came to believe until I was older than the women actually drank sherry in the afternoon, using a cane and were able to notice what was going on inside people and what could be expected from each . My grandmother had a foresight verging on miracles. Also my father's widow at a young age, thereby coming to know others do not really know what it was, whether a natural or experience of having to take out one business, farm and family. Dealing from a young age with so much without the support of a man, and in a world hostile to a woman as it was the Spain of the 40 and 50, we did develop something that perhaps it was born: the ability to know quickly what important and the strength to follow that intuition without the desire or hope clouded his knowledge about something or someone, always face the reality and with their name on it. (...)
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(Excerpt from story "darling" is full Trabalibros )
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