—Juan Carlos, escúchame bien hijo, porque no te voy a volver a repetir esto. —
Carol aún tenia fe en su pequeño Juanca, como le decían cariñosamente.
Y le tenia fe, ya que su déficit de atención de hacía mas notable mientras iba creciendo, y eran muchas las veces en que dicho problema le había causado malestar.
Después de todo, no era su culpa, nadie quiere tener algo que le complique la vida.
—Sí mamá, soy todo oídos, y además tengo una hoja y papel para que no se me olvide lo que me digas, porque no quiero que se me olvide lo que me vayas a decir— Replico Juan, repitiendo que nada se le iba a olvidar, cuando ya se le había olvidado lo que apenas el mismo había dicho.
—Ok hijo, escúchame bien y ve anotando de todos modos. Vas a ir a la bodega del señor Andrés, y le vas a decir que te dé un litro de leche, y si tiene plátanos, que por favor me envié 4, ¿entendiste? —
—Si mami, tan claro como el agua, ¿pero a donde es que tengo que ir?, Ah ya si, a donde el señor Andrés, ¿ya vez mami, que nada se me olvida? —
Salió casi que corriendo de casa Juancito, totalmente decidido a hacer bien la primera diligencia encomendada por su madre, y así mostrarle que ya estaba listo para hacer más.
Mientras iba por el camino, miró a su vecina Ester, una querida vecina que siempre le daba trozos de pastel de chocolate y un poco de café a escondidas de su madre.
—Hola querida Ester, ¿Cómo estás? — Le gritó.
—Hola Juancito, estoy muy bien, aunque algo cansada, acabo de comprar algunas cosas para hacer un rico pastel para merendar, pero no pude sacar bien la cuenta y no tengo papel para anotar.
Rápidamente saco Juancito su papel y se lo dio a Doña Ester.
—Ten Ester, estoy seguro que este te servirá para hacer lo que necesites, ha, por cierto, ya mi mama me deja salir solo de casa, ¿Qué te parece? —
—Muy bien por ti mi niño, eso me alegra, espero que no se te olvide lo que tu mama te envió a hacer, ha y gracias por el papel, pasa por la casa a buscar tu pedazo—
Antes de llegar a donde el señor Andrés, Juan recordó las palabras de su vecina, preguntándose qué porque le había dicho eso, de que ojalá no se le haya olvidado lo que le mandaron a hacer.
—¿Cómo está señor Andrés, como esta su familia? — Pregunto el pequeño.
—Hola muchacho, ¿Cómo te va, que te trae por acá? — Dijo Andrés.
—No, solo pasaba por aquí a saludar, además fíjese que mi mama ya me deja ir solo a la bodega para comprar algunas cosas, ¿Qué le parece? —
—Me parece genial, y solo por curiosidad, ¿será que tu mama te mando a comprar algo? —
Los ojos de Juan daban vueltas de un lado a otro tratando de recordar lo que su mama le había dicho.
Afortunadamente recordó que había anotado en una hoja lo que le habían pedido.
—Oh juan Carlos por Dios santo, ¿Qué hiciste el papel? — Se preguntaba a si mismo, olvidando que apenas se lo había dado a Ester, y daba golpecitos en su cabeza para tratar de recordar.
—Ah sí, ya recuerdo señor Andrés, casi se me olvida, pero que va, mi memoria nunca falla, bueno mi mama me dijo que le llevara 4 litro de leche y que si había plátanos le enviara uno solo…
Versión en inglés
-Juan Carlos, listen to me, son, because I am not going to repeat this again. -
Carol still had faith in her little Juanca, as he was affectionately called.
And she had faith in him, since his attention deficit became more noticeable as he grew older, and there were many times when this problem had caused him discomfort.
After all, it wasn't her fault, nobody wants to have something that complicates their life.
-Yes mom, I'm all ears, and I also have a sheet of paper so I don't forget what you tell me, because I don't want to forget what you are going to tell me," Juan replied, repeating that nothing would be forgotten, when he had already forgotten what he himself had just said.
-Okay, son, listen to me well and make a note of it anyway. You are going to go to Mr. Andres' bodega, and tell him to give you a liter of milk, and if he has bananas, please send me four, got it? -
-Yes mommy, as clear as day, but where do I have to go? Oh yes, to Mr. Andres, you see mommy, I don't forget anything? -
Juancito almost ran out of the house, totally determined to do well the first errand entrusted by his mother, and thus show her that he was ready to do more.
While he was on his way, he looked at his neighbor Ester, a dear neighbor who always gave him pieces of chocolate cake and some coffee behind his mother's back.
-Hello dear Ester, how are you?" he shouted.
-Hello Juancito, I'm very well, although I'm a little tired, I just bought some things to make a delicious cake for a snack, but I couldn't get the bill right and I don't have any paper to write it down.
Juancito quickly took out his paper and gave it to Doña Ester.
-Here Ester, I'm sure this will be useful to do whatever you need, by the way, my mother lets me leave the house alone, what do you think? -
-Very good for you my boy, that makes me happy, I hope you don't forget what your mother sent you to do, and thanks for the paper, come by the house to get your piece of paper.
Before arriving at Mr. Andres' house, Juan remembered his neighbor's words, wondering why she had told him that, that hopefully he had not forgotten what he had been sent to do.
-How are you, Mr. Andres, how is your family? - Asked the little boy.
-Hello boy, how are you doing, what brings you here? - Said Andres.
-No, I was just passing by to say hello, besides, my mom is letting me go alone to the bodega to buy some things, what do you think? -
-I think it's great, and just out of curiosity, did your mom send you to buy something? -
Juan's eyes were darting from one side to the other trying to remember what his mother had told him.
Fortunately he remembered that he had written down on a sheet of paper what he had been asked to do.
-Oh Juan Carlos for God's sake, what did you do with the paper? - He asked himself, forgetting that he had just given it to Ester, and he tapped his head to try to remember.
-Oh yes, I remember, Mr. Andres, I almost forgot, but my memory never fails, well my mother told me to bring you 4 liters of milk and if there were bananas to send you only 1....
