Recuerdo que una vez tuve 5 años. Recuerdo que tenía un hermano 2 años menor con el cual vivía y ahora está lejos. Recuerdo que vivía con una señora a la que le decía mamá(solo porque estuve 9 meses en su vientre y salí de ella, bah) y ahora también está lejos. Recuerdo que mi papá tenía el cabello más largo. Recuerdo - y no sé el por qué- un día en un parque cerca de mi casa, esa imagen nunca se me va. Algunos me dicen que es un recuerdo reprimido, pero que feo suena eso, es un recuerdo inmortalizado, así le digo yo. Ese día en el parque veo a mi papá y a esa señora (que antes llamaba mamá) sentados en la banca, mirándose, miránmdonos me and my brother, and again looking at each other. I scamper to my brother and he runs away and hides behind a bench. They keep looking and looking and looking. I remember how simple life was then, that a way out around the house and play with my brother was great. I remember we ran without fear because we knew that those eyes that looked too stared at us. Because they would not let anything bad happen to us.
I remember that was my world, remember that they were my world.
looked and look at us. And then my brother got tired of being persecuted, turns and starts disheveled curly hair with his hands for 3 years, shows me his teeth and stretched his arms shouting "I am Chuki am Chuki. And now I run. He runs behind me. And I run for that Chuki improvised my brother missed me. And I feel that those eyes are still watching and still watching but now with a cheerful smile. I keep running but nobody follows me, turned around and I see the Chuki is lying on the grass, crying. Had fallen. And the eyes are scared and they stop to help the fallen ... But I run into the Chuki and came before and will stand up and not afraid because I know that will not kill me because Chuki I know it's my brother, because I know he loves me.
Now I my hair, now I am the Chuki. Eyes sat back, look and look at us. My brother runs and jumps and runs and hides and loves me. And I want also want to look at those eyes looking at us and they are my dad and the lady who once assumed was my mother. And they love us.
How simple life was happy and that was it. The sun begins to hide.
we gotta go now. I took the hand of my father my brother is charged by my mom and we're like family once tried to be or at least that's what I remember.
