Limey has a beautiful family and lives on a farm in the country. He has a devoted wife, three children and his elderly mother. The truth is that on this farm, far from everything, Limey doesn't need anything else because he feels good and complete. And his family is happy because it is a very quiet place, far from the problems of the city. But within all this positivity there are also some sad things, especially for Limey and his mother.
A few years ago this farm was not Limey's, but his father's, who had actually founded it. Limey wasn't even born when his father Julian moved from the town of Buskeria to the countryside. He lived here his entire life and married Limey's mother, Roxana, who was from the town. If this were a fairy tale, you'd expect me to tell you that they lived happily ever after, but that wasn't the case. Because when the family was at its happiest, the father fell ill with something strange, a variant of lupus. He spent bitter years in bed with that illness while Limey, still young, began to take charge of the farm to help the family. But in the end Julián, who was the pillar of the house and the joy of everyone, died.
Those days were terrible for Limey's mother, who lost her most faithful companion, and of course for Limey it was also a hard blow. Julian was the soul of the farm in many ways. First because he was a great friend and companion, kind to everyone and a person that everyone wanted to be with because of the way he was. He was also the joy of the house, since he played the Buskerian cajon very well. This is a drum-like instrument. Julián used to gather everyone in the house to listen to him. It was a very nice moment for everyone. They had a good time together. They prepared food and drank good wine while they spent the night singing. In fact, before his father died, Limey got married and together with his wife he also participated in those meetings.
But later, when his father died, all that happiness went down a lot. In fact, the sadness was so great that once he died, no one in the house could hear the sound of the Buskerian cajon. That immediately reminded them of Julián and Roxana became very sad. That is why the instrument was forgotten over the months and years. In fact, no one ever mentioned it again. But one rainy afternoon, Limey went into the barn because he didn't have time to get home. While waiting for it to stop, he started looking at the things that were there. The truth is that he hardly went into the barn anymore because a few years ago they had built a new one. And this one had been left to store junk.
Then, while going through old tools, he saw something he wasn't expecting at all. Behind a pile of sacks was his father's Buskerian drawer, full of dust and cobwebs. As you can imagine, at first she didn't even want to touch it because it immediately brought back sad memories of Julián. Because while he was sick in bed I also touched him. So Limey remembered him in that tough situation. But it wasn't all bad memories. Limey sat on an old tractor tire in the barn and looked at the crate. He started to think and realized that everyone at home had exaggerated a little. Because the drawer wasn't just bad memories. With him the parties that his father organized came to life. And he also remembered how much fun they had singing with that instrument. He also thought about what Julián would say about them for having left his legacy aside.
In the end, that time trapped in the barn because of the rain helped him recognize that not everything was as bad as they thought. It broke the ice, so to speak. So he decided that now it was his turn to play it again for everyone at home. So that night at dinner, Limey spoke to his family. And he told them: «I found dad's drawer. "I think I'm going to try to learn to play it." The table fell silent. Clara, his wife, asked him carefully: "Why now?" His children looked confused. And Roxana didn't know what to say, because she herself had kept that box in the barn so that no one would touch it. But Limey explained to them that they couldn't continue like this. He told them that Dad wouldn't have wanted them to forget his legacy, and also that they had forgotten the good times they had together with that drawer.
In the end everyone recognized that he was right. So over the next few weeks Limey started practicing. I had never played an instrument, so the first attempts were a disaster. Each blow came out clumsy and messy. But that's how everything starts. He didn't give up. It helped him a lot to remember how his father improvised, more from the heart than with technique. So he stopped following rules and started playing by ear, letting memories guide him. And that, along with some things he read in a book his father had, helped him learn pretty quickly.
A few weeks later he felt it was time to share what he had learned. Without big plans, he organized a slightly more special dinner. After eating he took the box to the porch and sat down. They all went with him to listen to him. The truth is that he played quite well, not like his father, but well. Everyone liked it. And they realized that they had been bitter about the Buskerian drawer unnecessarily. When it was over, the family applauded and some even cried because they knew what it meant. Then his youngest daughter approached, a little shy. Can I try?, he said. And the other two children later asked the same. Limey smiled and let them play one by one. That night lasted longer than usual. The next day, when they went out to work, the old barn no longer felt so abandoned, and the crate was back in the house.