ESPAÑOL
En oportunidades decidíamos hacer paseos en nuestro carro y recorrer la ciudad para distraerla y mostrarle sitios importantes de la ciudad de Acarigua. Salimos a las 4pm, hicimos un recorrido y ella veía y se alegraba de ver imágenes y escuchar la música donde se mezclaban sonidos diferentes, se notaba la alegría en su rostro, porque se había acostumbrado a esos paseos, que su padre le ofrecía para distraerla, y ese día de tantos paseos, ocurrió que, esa tarde fresca con sol, yo estaba entretenida con la gente y el movimiento de una ciudad comercial justo donde están los verdureros y los pescaderos de la calle “El palito”, de pronto, después de tener una conversación con mi esposo mire hacia atrás y no vi a mi hija, la llame y no respondió, volví a llamarla, y sentí que mi corazón palpitaba y me paralizaba y dije a mi esposo gritando:
-“¡¡SE ME CAYÓ MI HIJA!!”, y mire hacia atrás por la ventana del auto hacia la calle y vi un bulto y dije : -¡allá esta mi hija!, retrocede poco a poco, llévame hasta allí donde cayó mi hija.
Me baje del carro pálida y temblorosa y llorando vi el bulto y era un saco de cemento lleno de escombros y le dije a mi esposo: -¿Y DÓNDE ESTÁ MI NIÑA?, Alrededor de nosotros muchos ojos miraban y no entendían nada de lo que estaba pasando, se detuvo el tráfico y seguía gritando: -“¿¡HIJA DÓNDE ESTÁS!?”, y no había ruido de que estuviese mi hija dentro del carro, ni siquiera su respirar, todo estaba en silencio.
Pensé: “¿He perdido a mi hija?. Mi tesoro.”; la persona que a mis treinta años me lleno de entusiasmo de alegría, de esperanza y ganas de echar hacia adelante, con ella aprendí a vencer, y a luchar, ella era mi sueño, mi visión.
Entre gritos, pensamientos y angustia recuerdo que miraba a mi esposo y el con una actitud calmada, no respondía a lo que estaba viviendo, pero en su rostro se podía ver que estaba pálido y sudoroso. Él me dijo:
-“¿Buscaste bien en la parte trasera de Volkswagen?
-Sí. Le respondí, entonces el llamo y ella no respondió, eso ocurrió en cinco minutos. Fueron los minutos más largos de mi vida.
Hasta que de pronto cuando no dispusimos a regresar por el mismo camino por donde veníamos, la niña salió del escondite que era, en el asiento trasero del carro cerca el motor, y dijo:
-¡AQUÍ ESTOY!
Que emoción al ver a mi niña, la abrace la bese y dije - mi niña estas aquí, gracias Dios por mi niña y nunca más se escondió. Pero en su infancia siempre le gusto jugar a las escondidas y ella ganaba y al “loco escondido” (juego popular venezolano, que se basa en que las personas/niños se tienen que esconder y alguien tiene que encontrarlos). Mi hija Nahiruba tiene actualmente 39 años de edad. Y cada vez que recuerdo esta historia me rio de mí.
ENGLISH
Have you ever lost a child, well, I have. I lived that experience and I panicked. My first daughter's name is Nahiruba and since she was born she did things that surprised me, she had the habit of manipulating me, even though she was 2 years old, I was amazed by her behavior to make me feel uncomfortable and it was as if she was preparing her show's to see my reaction, before such events she always enjoyed each of those actions she did to annoy me, it was amazing.
On occasions we decided to take rides in our car and go around the city to distract her and show her important places in the city of Acarigua. We left at 4pm, we made a tour and she was happy to see and see images and listen to the music where different sounds were mixed, you could see the joy in her face, because she had become accustomed to those rides, that her father offered to distract her, and that day of so many rides, it happened that, that cool afternoon with sunshine, I was entertained with the people and the movement of a commercial city right where the greengrocers and fishmongers of the street "El palito" are, suddenly, after having a conversation with my husband I looked back and did not see my daughter, I called her and she did not answer, I called her again, and I felt my heart beating and I was paralyzed and I said to my husband screaming:
-"MY DAUGHTER FELL!!!", and I looked back through the car window towards the street and I saw a lump and I said: -there is my daughter, back up little by little, take me to where my daughter fell..
I got out of the car, pale and trembling and crying, I saw the lump and it was a cement sack full of debris and I said to my husband: -WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER? -AND WHERE IS MY GIRL? Around us many eyes looked and did not understand anything of what was happening, the traffic stopped and I kept shouting: -DAUGHTER WHERE ARE YOU?, and there was no sound of my daughter being inside the car, not even her breathing, everything was silent.
I thought: "Have I lost my daughter? My treasure"; the person who at the age of thirty filled me with enthusiasm, joy, hope and the desire to move forward, with her I learned to overcome, and to fight, she was my dream, my vision.
Between screams, thoughts and anguish I remember looking at my husband and he with a calm attitude, he did not respond to what he was living, but in his face you could see that he was pale and sweaty. He said to me:
-"Did you look well in the back of Volkswagen?
-Yes. I answered him, then he called and she didn't answer, that happened in five minutes. Those were the longest minutes of my life.
Until suddenly when we were about to go back the same way we came, the girl came out of the hiding place she was, in the back seat of the car near the engine, and said:
-HERE I AM!
What a thrill to see my little girl, I hugged her, kissed her and said - my little girl you are here, thank God for my little girl and she never hid again. But in her childhood she always liked to play hide and seek and she would win and "loco escondido" (a popular Venezuelan game, which is based on the fact that people/children have to hide and someone has to find them). My daughter Nahiruba is now 39 years old. And every time I remember this story I laugh at myself.
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