Well these past 2 weeks have been tough. So long "free" in good health, that just when I have a lot of work, I had to do with the worst flu of the year ... terrible. Especially because I had to endure the wrath of Dona for not doing the rest because he was right. Simply could not leave the snag folded.
addition to continue the celebrations of October, on Saturday my mother celebrated her birthday in advance and Sunday littlest nephew of his celebrated / n his 3 years of life. Those two days had to work at the aerodrome of Chacabuco, I definitely missed the celebrations.
On Sunday, the end finally bearing activity for about 6 grueling days of work, my boss was leaving the birthday of his nephew "Peter." He says I'm her best friend. He had asked for my entire order semana.Y without him I wait.
I saw and ran into my arms ... oh god that bit over-stimulated human being .. "Hello Rochi!" - "Happy Birthday Pablito!" - "Happy Birthday ... and my gift?". Geez! I had planned to give her a costume of Spider-Man to measure ... mini, mini, and between the sticks and cold .. I could not. I told him not bringing walked after it was. As it turned out the next day I saw him in the cup of tea the true birthday of my suegris. "And my gift?" Damn! "I have not Pablito, have not been to my house ..." - "go to look" (simple no?) - "I have not, I have arrived" - "but I want your gift .. ".
I should clarify that it is not child "beggar" is charming. And perhaps knowing that he still lacked a gift to receive, and also came from her best friend, the more impatient. Soooo stressed that at 20:30 Monday asked his mother permission to let me go to the supermarket to buy a gift "patch." For Larraín around with Tobalaba found nothing, which I showed in the Super was "Cheo". In a desperate attempt, I took a taxi and went to Plaza Egaña (15 min walk) all the way did not stop to ask if we were going to get his gift to my home. Once at the destination I noticed that everything was closed, I remembered the Library a half block south of the village. Irarrázabal crossed, while he in my arms from loosening of laughter "stop" cars with spider webs from his wrists, not to run over me.
In the Library there was nothing and was almost full Spiderman ... closed at 22 pm, that gave me time to turn the corner to see if he was still the show (while the little voice telling me " Rochon ta my gift here. ") In arriving at that fair I found the gates closed and I missed a desperate cry of "closed Pablito" ... what a male voice says to me "but do you need?" and I respond before the eyes of wonder Pablito .. "A HombreAraña costume." He turns and asks only post that was finally closing ... "Tennis attire HombreAraña ?"... "Yes if there is."
Pablito, my best friend could not contain her excitement and I could not contain my luck. I ordered the dress smaller, to what he called "big choy."
While awaiting the change, I put the top and mask.
In the taxi home would not stop asking me superheroes costumes for his older brother (12 years) and his imaginary friend "Fuanpablo." I apologized, explaining that the gift was his birthday and not others. Understood.
came to the house celebrated its new identity, had to remove the mask 2 times to clarify "Shoyo me!".
was completely happy with his new disguise shoddy (badly stitched), and 4 sizes bigger than him.
I knew that the next day, on waking, asked to put the suit, went shopping with him, juice all day, crawled and requested the floor sleeping like HombreAraña .. to what your mother did not hold for hygiene issues. For myself, I smiled.
I have no children, I do not know if I'll have someday, I love kids, I love my nephews false, Pablito especially because I know him since I was half an egg in his mother and half an egg in his father. But deep down I would love to be the favorite aunt of my real nephew, the one with a mother and a father of crap sometimes tasteless, with a workaholic grandmother (who gave him his first suit of Spiderman), the nephew who has not Iquique never left ... even at Pica, who barely understands hopefully I see why once a year, eating poorly, which supports a dad who is not hers and a mediocre school, the nephew who needs all the love and happiness that could give your Aunt RealOneFun. That, my real Spiderman.
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