"El mejor padre"
_La princesa no era feliz, lo necesitaba a él, pero él ya no estaba. Fin.
El padre cierra el libro y deja un soltar un suspiro después de leer más de cincuenta páginas de los cuentos preferidos de su hija. Pensando que había logrado su objetivo le sube la manta hasta los hombros para abrigarla bien del frío de la noche y le da un beso en la frente antes de irse a dormir, pero su pequeña es muy astuta y no va a poder dormir hasta aclarar todas sus dudas.
_¡Papá!, ¡papá_Ella lo llama dos veces para sacarlo de sus pensamientos antes de cruzar la puerta de su habitación.
Él retrocede en sus pasos hasta quedar sentado en la cama. La mira fijamente y sabe que es lo mejor que tiene en su vida.
_ ¿Dime mi niña hermosa?_Dice al tiempo que le da un beso en la frente.
_¿Porque este final no es feliz?
_Mi amor, todos los finales no son felices y este no es la excepción. Pero ¿sabes que es lo más importante de estos finales?
_No, ¿qué es?
_Que cada uno nos deja una enseñanza y recuerda siempre mi niña los finales nunca están escritos cada uno puede escribir el suyo y cambiarlo a su forma.
Al decir esto su retoño queda más conforme y cierra sus pequeños ojitos y Joaquín vuelve hasta su cama para abrigarla nuevamente y luego marcharse después de darle las buenas noches.
Su habitación y la de su hija quedan bastante cerca así que no le es difícil llegar hasta ella a pesar de los mareos constante que tiene, ese inmenso dolor de cabeza que no se le quita y su alto nivel de debilidad. Su estómago ruge como león poseído pero decide ignorarlo porque mañana tiene que madrugar como casi todos los días.
Las horas parecen no pasar en su cuarto y Joaquín suda frío y caliente entre las sábanas de su cama. Esta noche ha vuelto a tener una de esas pesadillas que lo atormentan. Empapado de sudor y agitado se despierta, antes de ir a comprobar si su angelito está bien, se abaniquea por un rato con un pedazo de cartón viejo porque el único ventilador de la casa está en el cuarto de su pequeña.
Sofía duerme. Juaquín está más aliviado y tranquilo. Ahora vuelve a su cuarto a tratar de conciliar el sueño, pero lo es imposible. Hace menos de una hora que cerró los ojos y ha vuelto a tener la misma pesadilla. Muchas personas separándolo de su bebé y no muy lejos la madre de la niña con ella en brazos y una risa torcida y sarcástica se reflejan en su rostro, la madre lo mira desde su distancia para luego marcharse y desvanecerse en la nada. Joaquín se despierta aún más agitado con su corazón que late como caballo desbocado, se pasa su mano derecha por su cabello y la deja ahí, sosteniéndolo, pensando que definitivamente no iba a poder dormir, mira su reloj despertador y son las cuatro de la mañana, ya es hora de levantarse .
Su ropa de faena lo acompaña para ir a comprar el pan, marcar en la cola del pollo, para luego pasar por la bodega y pedir el último para sacar los mandados atrasados de todas sus libretas de mensajería. En su trabajo de mensajero tiene que hacer muchas colas, pero no se queja, gracias a eso puede alimentar a Sofía.
Ya son las seis y media de la mañana y Joaquín ya tiene el desayuno listo para su pequeña y el agua caliente para bañarla antes de ir a la escuela. Por suerte hoy si pudo alcanzar pan en la panadería.Ya era la segunda vez en esta semana que tenía tanta dicha, la primera fue el lunes y hoy ya era viernes.
_¡Qué delicia!_Sofía se saborea y vuelve a darle un mordisco a su pan tostado.
_Si, ¡Está riquísimo!_Dice Joaquín devorando aquel pan como si fuera la primera vez que lo comiera, era la segunda vez que comía en esos días, la comida era muy escasa y solo tenía un plato de comida para dárselo a Sofía en las noches.
En la entrada de la escuela Joaquín se despide de Sofía, pero ve como sus ojitos le brillan cuando ve pasar dos niñas llenas de lujo que en sus manos llevaban el último juguete de moda. El padre trata de contener sus lágrimas por no poder darle una vida digna a su hija pero un nudo se forma en su garganta. Muchos sentimientos invaden su mente. La vida no ha sido justa con Joaquín. A pesar de que él se aferra por cambiarla todos los días.
_Algún día Sofía, podré comprarte todo lo que quieras para que seas muy feliz.
_No digas eso papá, mi mayor felicidad eres tú, mientras que estés conmigo no necesito nada más.
Las palabras sobraron para que ambos se dieran un abrazo que a pesar que duró minutos parecieron una hermosa eternidad donde el tiempo no pasaba.
_Dale mi vida entra rápido a la escuela que se te va a hacer tarde_Joaquín se separa para tratar de ocultar sus lágrimas, pero por más que quiso disimular su pequeña se dio cuenta.
Sofía que había aprendido muy bien de su padre a tratar de ocultar las cosas se echó a correr.
_¡Te quiero mucho papá!_grito desde la distancia, mientras que con la mano le decía adiós lágrimas rodaban por su cara.
*Texto de mi propia inspiración
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English version 👇
Life looks like a crazy game, but, more than that is a true battle in daily survival and that of a man, it depends on his strength and does not mean precisely to the strength of his arm but to the force of his mind. Your intellectual level to act in the face of the difficulties that arise must be greater than anything. It is then, when we realize that thinking not only about our own well -being, but that of your relatives becomes an obligation. Being strong before life is sometimes more than a challenge, it is living without fears.
Perhaps this is not the best title for a story, it may not be correct, maybe its denomination can lack words and look like a tedious, boring and even unreal eye, but under my criteria I think it is well deserved to name this story where the self -denial of a man is shown; because beyond a life, beyond a man who feels and suffers; Joaquín is a father.
"The best father"
_The princess was not happy, I needed him, but he was gone. End.
The father closes the book and lets a sigh release after reading more than fifty pages of his daughter's favorite stories. Thinking that he had achieved his goal, the blanket uploads to his shoulders to warm her well from the cold of the night and kisses her forehead before going to sleep, but her little girl is very cunning and will not be able to sleep until she clarifies all her doubts.
_Dad! Dad!
He goes back in his steps until he sits on bed. He stares at her and knows that it is the best he has in his life.
_ Do I tell my beautiful girl?_says while kissing her forehead.
_Why is this final not happy?
_My love, all endings are not happy and this is no exception. But do you know what the most important of these finals is?
_No, what is it?
_That each one leaves us a teaching and always remembers my girl the finals are never written each can write yours and change it to their form.
By saying this his sprout is more satisfied and closes his little eyes and Joaquín returns to his bed to warm her again and then leave after giving him good night.
His room and that of his daughter are quite close so it is not difficult to reach her despite the constant dizziness she has, that immense headache that is not removed and her high level of weakness. His stomach roars as a lion possessed but decides to ignore him because tomorrow he has to get up early as almost every day.
The hours seem not to pass in his room and Joaquín Suda cold and hot between the sheets of his bed. Tonight he has once again had one of those nightmares that torment him. Surface and agitated wakes up, before going to check if your little angel is fine, it is fanned for a while with an old cardboard piece because the only fan of the house is in the room of your little girl.
Sofia sleeps. Juaquín is more relieved and quiet. Now he returns to his room to try to reconcile the dream, but it is impossible. Less than an hour ago he closed his eyes and has had the same nightmare again. Many people separating him from her baby and not far away the mother of the girl with her in her arms and a crooked and sarcastic laugh are reflected in her face, the mother looks at him from her distance and then leave and fade into nothing. Joaquin wakes up even more agitated with his heart that beats as a runaway, passes his right hand through his hair and leaves her there, holding it, thinking that he would definitely not be able to sleep, look at his alarm clock and it's four in the morning, it's time to get up.
His slaughter clothes accompanies him to buy the bread, mark in the chicken tail, and then pass through the winery and ask for the lastTo get backward mandaders from all your messaging notebooks. In his messenger work he has to do many queues, but he does not complain, thanks to that he can feed Sofia.
It's already half past six in the morning and Joaquin already has breakfast ready for her little girl and hot water to bathe it before going to school. Luckily today he could reach bread in the bakery. It was already the second time this week that I had so much said, the first was Monday and today it was Friday.
_What a delight_Sofia savor and give a bite again to its toasted bread.
_Yes, it is delicious!
At the entrance of the Joaquin School he says goodbye to Sofia, but he sees how his eyes shine him when he sees two girls full of luxury that in his hands carried the last fashion toy. The father tries to contain his tears for not being able to give his daughter a dignified life but a knot is formed in his throat. Many feelings invade your mind. Life has not been fair with Joaquín. Although he clings to change it every day.
_Someday Sofia, I can buy you everything you want to be very happy.
_Don't say that dad, my greatest happiness is you, while you're with me I don't need anything else.
The words were left over so that both of them took a hug that although it lasted minutes seemed like a beautiful eternity where time did not pass.
_Give my life quickly enters school that is going to be late_Joaquín separates to try to hide his tears, but no matter how much he wanted to hide his little girl, he realized.
Sofia who had learned very well from her father to try to hide things was running.
_I love you very much dad_shouted from distance, while with his hand he said goodbye tears rolled by his face.
*Text of my own inspiration
*Images generated by: Gemini AI
- Text treated by: All Language Translate App