"are you hungry?", I saw that his eyes were a bit watery, "here I have 2 sandwiches, don't cry".
"but it's your lunch Axel", I put my index finger on my lips vertically.
"Shhhhhh, just eat", he listened and took a bite of the piece.
"MMM, this is so good."
"of course my mom made them, but", I don't know what was going through my head at the time that made it difficult for me to ask the question, "Why didn't you bring any food?"
"I came too fast and forgot it at home, and I realized it while I was here."
"You thought you would starve to death, that's why you were crying."
"Shut up, I wasn't crying!"
"well if you say so"
From that moment on we were friends, eventually our mothers became friends. When we got to first grade the challenge was to read, write, copy and dictate, it was horrible. I didn't understand much of what I was writing, my mother had to call Mariana's mother on several occasions to see what the writing activity was like.
That's how it was more or less until I changed schools in fourth grade, I always remembered her bows on her head and her emerald green eyes with hints of red lightning, plus her fair skin with cheeks flushed by the sun a very beautiful creature.
Too bad she and I went our separate ways from that point on.
Years later I was already in college, I had grown enough physically and mentally to let something overwhelm me, however that day I saw something that made my skin crawl, a ghost developed, among so many girls with whom I studied there, none caught my attention, but when I saw such an apparition I could not look away, of course due to my myopia I could not appreciate well the face of the angel who was watching and I could not fall into any conclusion.
It was really her, she was sitting on a stone bench next to her friends, I could not detail if those soul windows were the real ones or not, approaching her and just asking her name was not the most convenient thing to do. She
She was surrounded by hyenas with a mind only for social distinction.
A few days later I was in the lunch line, about to get my standard meal, however a commotion caught my attention,
two boys arguing incoherent bullshit. The sound of the spoon hitting the mezon alerted me, "Boy don't you want the food? take it and be on your way", I grabbed my belongings and my intention was to sit down and taste it, but that puddle had other plans for me, my buttocks cushioned my fall and the food adorned me from head to toe, not a second of silence existed, millions of cackles echoed in the atmosphere to declare me the buffoon.
I had no choice but to get out of there to clean myself up, I didn't mind being the laughing stock since it would only be a few days but lunch was the only thing that would support me until I returned home.
"Are you okay?", I couldn't make out the voice, I turned to look.
"Mmm," I was cut off, it was that angel.
"You want this, there's a long journey ahead," a magnificent apple that meant nothing compared to the hand that held it.
"Thank you," I managed to stammer.
"You're welcome, Axel."
"How do you know my name?"
"Are you my childhood friend or don't you remember?".
"Mariana! I knew it was you but I didn't know you, you look beautiful," her cheeks flushed.
You know the beginning and how we meet again. The rest I leave to your imagination.
