Paco left his house after breakfast, and went directly to the house of his cousins Jose and Arturo, who were waiting for him outside, they had to leave before his brothers sent them to run an errand, as they had agreed the day before after The family's plans to spend the rest of the day on the river became known, as the heat had increased.
They ran happily down the street, they were eager to get to the river, they knew that their families would soon catch up with them, they just wanted to get a little ahead of them, mainly their older brothers, who had the mania of ordering them tasks that they did not like to do.
Before reaching the river they had to cross a small jungle, Paco wanted to walk barefoot on the ground, a few meters short of the river a sharp stone cut the sole of his foot.
Oh," cried Paco, "I've cut my foot.
The children watched as the blood trickled from his foot, "We'd better wait for the others," said José.
Don't be silly, José said to Arturo if they see that he is wounded they won't let him bathe, it would be better to continue, the blood will run out, you'll see.
The cousins helped Paco to finish the walk, he put his arm on the shoulder of each one of them, this way he would not hurt his foot anymore, the three children immediately got into the river, they started to play, they threw water at each other, while their laughter broke the silence of the place, the small wound of the foot was already forgotten, now all that was left was to enjoy.
What I see Three children playing throwing water in a river.
What I feel, Desire to be with them to play.