On a regular night, we were sitting on the couch watching the images transmitted on the television pass without emotion. A yawn seized me without compassion and I took the movement of my head to look at the members of my family nucleus; At my side, my mother dozed in silence in a visibly uncomfortable position, while Papa closed his eyes for a few seconds and reopened them trying to hide that he was more asleep than awake, my brother was the one holding the remote control searching among the channels something interesting to visualize, our dog, Dobby, was as always lying at my feet, and then I was, eager for someone to get up and break the sweet family scene to do the same and rest. It had been a satisfying day, but tired, as lately they all seemed to be.

After minutes, my brother found a channel that could please the group, then Mom dropped her head on my shoulder without noticing and dad ended up defeated by Morpheus. Just at the moment when I was about to wake them up so that they could rest in their room, the trumpet of a car rang in front of the house. Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. We waited supposing that it could be some annoying neighbor, nevertheless the rumble of the horn returned to penetrate the room. Dobby was the first to give signals with his barking, then Mom got up in fits and starts to go to the door followed by the rest. Who made visits at bedtime? Who could be the one who knocked on the door without having even warned before? Probably, someone not very happy for me.

Upon arriving at his destination, Mom recognized him immediately, he was one of his nephews with a traveling companion. We immediately received them and greeted them with great affection, not to mention the surprise we felt for their unforeseen visit, especially for the 8-hour road trip they took to get here. We did not have to wait long to find out their reasons, they had to attend an irrefutable work commitment and they took advantage of the occasion to deliver invitations to all the relatives residing in the city, in Cumaná.

Mama took the invitation card between her hands and detailed it carefully looking for a clue, while asking loudly what it was all about. While my smiling cousin answered all his questions, I snatched the letter from him and discovered it in a heartbeat: it was an invitation to the ecclesiastical marriage of some dear cousins, who would be brother and sister-in-law of whoever was at home.

The home was filled with joy! A wedding would be celebrated in a few months, in the state of Aragua, exactly in Maracay. It would be an 8-hour trip that seemed fantastic to my brother and I, but dad, who would be the driver, numbed his legs just thinking about it. There was nothing more to add, the journey was about to start and I could not leave my notebook to write about how much beauty I could see.

Your fluttering and singing is the same as everyone else's.

Its yellowish color is as bright as the sun with which each morning loves your body warm.