The little girl at the window | Story

She could spend hours at a time leaning out of the window of her house, when necessary she would climb up to the window to see everything from above and it was much better, she didn't feel cold or hot, she just spent her time doing the same thing.

In the distance people passing by watched her and some looked at her with anxiety, as the little girl lived on the top floor of the house and many feared that she might fall.

Her mother often heard the cries of people who saw her hanging there for the first time, as if she were a doll, and said to her: "Madam, take the child down, she might fall out of the window", but her mother's attempts were in vain.

The neighbours, who already knew the little girl and her condition, said to those who looked at her with astonishment: "Ahh, yes, it's the little girl in the window". Her mother had tried for four years to break the habit, but the little girl was still there.

The little girl, laughing, jumping with excitement on that window, she did not speak but her emotions were noticeable. She made sounds when she saw the neighbour across the street, she laughed with the children who passed by on the street and sometimes she stared at a place where there was nothing, but it made her cry.

In that window she had created a world for herself, a story, she knew at what time the man who sold bread and milk would pass by, she signalled to her mother and shouted for them to buy some for her. In that window was her life.

One day, her mother closed that big window, the little girl could no longer look at what had made her world and she had to look inside, it was difficult to get her used to it. She cried, screamed and begged to look out of the window.

"What do you see out there, daughter?" her mother asked anxiously, without finding an answer. As in every neighbourhood there were people with bad habits, the old men on the block sat shirtless smoking nearby and bathed on the pavement of the street, as if it were their backyard.

The mother did not open the window, but took her little girl in her arms and danced with her, played with her, played songs with her, and the little girl at the window, little by little, managed to change her habits.

The little girl still looks out of that window, she still laughs with the neighbour in front of her house and the children on the block, but she also goes down to play and does other things.

Her mother taught her that there is a big world to discover in which she can imagine, run and be happy, beyond what she can see every day from that window.

Ella podía pasar horas enteras asomada en la ventana de su casa, cuando era necesario subía al ventanal para ver todo desde arriba y mucho mejor, no sentía frío o calor, solo pasaba su tiempo haciendo lo mismo.

A lo lejos la gente que pasaba la observaba y algunos la miraban con angustia, pues la pequeña niña vivía en la planta alta de la casa y muchos temían que pudiera caerse.

Su madre escuchaba muchas veces gritos de personas que por primera vez la veían allí colgada, como si de una muñeca se tratase y le decían: "Señora, baje a la niña se le puede caer de la ventana", pero los intentos de aquella madre eran en vano.

Los vecinos, quienen ya conocían a la pequeña niña y su condición, les decían a quienes la miraban con asombro: "Ahh, sí, es la pequeña niña en la ventana". Su madre había tratado durante cuatro años quitarle esa costumbre pero la niña seguía allí asomada.

La pequeña niña, reía, brincaba de emoción sobre aquel ventanal, ella no hablaba pero sus emociones eran notorias. Hacía sonidos cuando veía a la vecina de al frente, se reía con los niños que pasaban por la calle y en ocasiones miraba fijamente hacía un sitio donde no había nada, pero la hacía llorar.

En ese ventanal ella se había creado un mundo, una historia, sabia a que hora pasaba el señor que vendía pan y el de la leche, le hacía señas a su mamá y gritaba para que le compraran alguno. En ese ventanal estaba su vida.

Un día, su mamá le cerró aquella gran ventana, la pequeña niña ya no podía mirar aquello que había hecho su mundo y le toco mirar hacía dentro, fue difícil lograr que se acostumbrara. Lloraba, gritaba y pedía asomarse en la ventana.

"¿Que tanto ves allí afuera hija?", preguntó con angustia su madre, sin hallar una respuesta. Pues como en todo barrio habían personas con malas costumbres, los viejos de la cuadra se sentaban sin camisa a fumar cerca y se bañaban en la acera de la calle, como si de su patio se tratase.

La Madre, no abrió la ventana pero tomo a su pequeña en brazos y bailó con ella, jugó con ella, le puso canciones y la pequeña niña de la ventana, poco a poco consiguió hacer otras sus costumbres.

La pequeña se sigue asomando en aquel ventanal, sigue riéndose con la vecina de al frente de su casa y los niños de la cuadra, pero también baja a jugar y hace otras cosas.

Su mamá le enseñó que hay un gran mundo por descubrir y en el cual ella pudiera imaginar, correr y ser feliz, más allá de lo que ella pudiera ver todos los días, desde aquella ventana.