Los tocaban Finger is through the windows of cars, the Finger of them that were with them that of the Finger quedan. The train marcha estaba ya in while his wife and their two sons, with the breaths entrecortada, intentaban follow the rhythms of the convoy without quit looking Pupilas húmedas of his father.
was leaving. When will? Asked the children, eager to maternal responses.
- I do not know love - he said his mother, staring at the smoke of the locomotive on the horizon disappeared.
- But surely when you return will be much better than now, trying to finish the sentence it would also serve to calm herself. While
mother, son and daughter were standing on the platform, hoping not to dry out for something to happen that neither of them knew that things would change in a matter of seconds and that his father came to be by his side, Roberto sitting in the caboose of the train, surrounded by people it was equally strange to others like him, trying to feel his own mint removing some items that had been given to feel the heat by seeing the love and closeness of your family very far away.
delicately between her fingers holding the handkerchief with the initials recorded that his wife had given him so that when smelled and felt just as well remembered, and knew he never wanted to leave. Reaching into her purse pulled a hairpin from her daughter, was beautiful, was shaped like a pink butterfly and its remembered him much to his daughter, the same color cheeks and smiling face. Fork pressed against his chest as the other hand held eraser that his son had given to the following recommendation: "That if something bad happens you can delete it right away." At first John, his son wanted to give him some socks that he might not cold, but Robert, as a concerned and caring father told him no, that will use it to overcome the cold nights in December to freeze the soles of the feet there in the area from which they came. So he asked the eraser, "so that the school does not need to delete anything and everything will be perfect," he told his son that morning.
With all these objects on the knees Roberto was happy at the same time unfortunate that, knew that he had the affection and the Support of them yours, but not stopped the train and every time your trip is more encontraba away from home.
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Story-Screenplay by a comic set that someday we will carry out the cartoonist Paul Valls (pauvalls.blogspot.com) and a server (llevaml @).
