This is my first participation in the Hispaliterario challenge convened by @hispaliterario, with sponsorship from the communities: CELF Magazine, y .
This week's theme is Solidarity as a value of change towards peace in favor of healthy coexistence within the blockchain.
fter a long and exhausting journey, we arrived as migrants in HiveTown, a distant land that is part of a continent called the Blockchain Union. We are originally from Ant-land, a territory in distress due to climate change.
ad is a mechanic, his name is Arnaldo, mom has always been with us at home and her name is Tisuy. I am Susy, I am eight years old, and my younger brother is Amir, he will be seven in a few months, I think he will be a great athlete, he kicks everything.
e came to some lonely land about ten minutes from town. Dad said it was a good place to build our anthouse. It will be nice, with multiple entrances, vaults, bedrooms and a big hole for visitors to enter. That's our dream. What Dad did first was to get us settled in a tree trunk, and the next morning he went out into the city to find work.
e found employment as a mechanic in a humble but promising workshop, where he met Hermes, the owner of the shop. In the afternoon, as night was falling, he came on foot because he had no money to pay for the transfer from the city. On his way, he met a man who did not know what to do with his damaged vehicle. Dad helped him change the tire. Doolitus, the owner of the car and a doctor by profession, offered him a ride home, as he worked at the rural clinic near where we hoped to put down roots.
ad arrived tired, ate and began to prepare the land and start the construction of our hormicasa, our future home. I don't know until what time he worked that night, my little brother Amir and I fell asleep and when we woke up at sunrise, Dad had already left for work.
n front of the mechanic shop, there is a hardware store, its owner, Mr. Tobias, did not have a very good face, dad made a business deal with him, he signed a paper. Dad arrived that night with all the materials needed to build our formicarium.
gain, Dad worked late that night. Our house grew every night like mushrooms in the forest. When we woke up, there was always something new. Today at night dad did not come home, he was detained by the police for not having papers. He spent the night in jail with other undocumented workers, with whom he shared the bread and milk he brought home. It was Friday payday at the mechanic's shop.
arly in the morning, the bars were opened; the cells were cleared. Sane people had been detained, there was no reason to keep them here, said an agent upon arriving at headquarters.
— Here comes daddy, I shouted, running towards him.
— You had Mommy and me worried sick... Mommy hugged him, thanking God for his arrival.
ad, who did not work that Saturday, decided when he got home and saw us distressed, that we deserved a day of family togetherness, and we went out to walk around and see the big city. It was fun, we met other surrounding communities that made life in HiveTown, I don't remember their names, but they are all wonderful.
y little brother Amir, who kept running and kicking everything, fell into the road and Dad ran before the car ran over him. Dad was not as lucky, the car hit him in the ribs, and he was left lying in the middle of the sidewalk. We immediately ran to him. Mom told me to go to the mechanic shop where daddy works and inform Mr. Hermes of what had happened. We were a block and a half away from where daddy works.
r. Hermes transferred Dad to the local dispensary where Dr. Doolitus was attending. Dad couldn't be treated anywhere else because we are emigrants, I don't know what that means, but that's what Mom said… Dad spent that night at the dispensary. He was diagnosed with 4 broken ribs. The doctor, who Dad helped him change the tire on his car, put a long bandage over his chest and told him he had to rest, and gave him some pills for the pain.
e returned home. We couldn't get in. The owner of the hardware store and a couple of policemen were there, he showed Mom the paper Dad had signed a week ago. Mom cried, hugged us, and we went back to the dispensary. We spent the night on a seat on a bench. Dad listened as Mom told Dr. Doolitus what had happened. Sleep overcame us. The urge to urinate woke me up, and I went to the bathroom and watched as Dad put on his clothes to leave the hospital. As soon as the sun came up, I followed him carefully so that he would not discover me. Later, after a half hour walk, he entered the hardware store and exchanged a few words with the owner demanding to see something from the contract, what I saw was the white sheet of paper that dad had signed.
t turns out, I heard, that Dad had made a deal with the owner of the hardware store for the building materials for our formicario, and as payment, Dad was supposed to fit out the hardware store's warehouse. I learned that Dad worked in the morning as a mechanic and in the afternoon in the warehouse…. Tears came to my eyes, and Dad would come home from work at night to continue working at home…
he contract had a deadline, precisely until that day, at eight o'clock at night. If Dad did not comply with the written agreement, the owner of the hardware store would keep the house. Daddy came out of the hardware store convalescing, turned around and walked into the warehouse. Daddy's boss at the mechanic shop saw him and was amazed at what was going on. The doctor noticed that daddy was not at the dispensary, got a call from Hermes, and immediately got in his car to go to the mechanic shop.
peeked through a crack in the gate that leads to the warehouse and I see daddy dragging some cement sacks, his face showed an indescribable pain. Suddenly I see daddy fall to the ground and I ran towards him…
— What are you doing here, Susy? Go home. She said between words.
— Daddy! Daddy, I'll help you.
t that moment the owner of the hardware store looked out and stared at me, dismayed, stiff, paralyzed. I tried in vain to move a sack that Daddy fell with, but I could not. A fist hit the gate and behind it about ten men entered, among them were Mr. Hermes, Dad's boss, Dr. Doolitus, the butcher on the corner, the newsboy, I could recognize some of Dad's friends he met in the cell, @lecumberre, @josegilberto, @miguelarl, @irvinc, and others I don't recognize.
veryone started to help daddy to fix the warehouse. I hugged daddy on the floor, and we cried for what was happening, the miracle of solidarity from those stories daddy used to read to us when we lived in Ant-land.
t that moment, the owner of the hardware store came over and told them that he was sorry for what had happened. That it was a business and that when he saw me helping daddy, he thought he would return the formicario papers. By 6 pm, the whole warehouse was repaired, tidy and daddy was walking out with the ownership papers in his hand. Daddy's boss, Mr. Hermes, tells daddy, that tomorrow Sunday, he and the other workers from the mechanic shop, will come early to our land to finish the formicarium, and prepare the soil. So we can live in it as a real anthome.
A hug and with a sore body, daddy showed gratitude to Mr. Hermes, and a glow of happiness was reflected on his face. Daddy sowed and reaped the most beautiful thing in life, true friends in foreign lands. Mum arrived with Amir, with her tears of happiness she closes the night saying:
— The great HiveTown dream is just beginning!
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Títulos realizados en PowerPoint Office Pro 2021. | Titles made in PowerPoint Office Pro 2021. |
Letra capital realizadas con software libre Gimp. | Capital letter made with free software Gimp. |
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La traducción al inglés no es literal, se hizo de forma natural. | The English version is not a literal translation, it was done naturally. |
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