[*HiStOrIa De EnGlIsH*]

My dream

I´d always wanted a brother or a sister. Always. Every Christmas and every one of my birthdays, since I remember, I´d wish over and over again that I´d get a new sibling. But each year passed, and I ended up with lots of gifts; clothes, shoes, games, a fish, a bike, roller skates, even a poodle called Pupy...... But no brother or sister. Until the day came, the day when I suspected that something was going on in my family. And I was going to discover what it was.

A month had passed since my 6th birthday. Again, I ended with clothes, shoes, games, and no brother or sister. I was really, really disappointed and sad. But for once, I forgot the whole brother/sister situation and noticed that my mother got fatter and fatter every day. I thought, “Oh, my gosh! Mom´s tummy is bigger everyday and it´s my fault! I won´t ask her to take me to Ventolini for an ice cream EVER again.” Even though we stopped going to Ventolini, everybody in my house looked festive and happy (even though I don´t know how could they not be sad because, hey, people! No Ventolini anymore! Don´t they just love it?), Mom´s tummy grew bigger, and so did my curiosity.

It was a sunny morning even though we had already changed to winter season. I could smell the fresh flowers bathed in its sweet perfume as I climbed in the Colegio Colombo school bus. I had wanted to ask Mom what was happening, but she was asleep and Dad had already left to work. I decided it would do no harm to ask her in the afternoon when I got back from school. All throughout the day, I was so impatient! I already wanted school to end. I couldn´t hold my curiosity longer. But little did I know that I wouldn´t have to wait until the end of school to discover the ‘Fat tummy mystery’......

For the 47th time that day, I looked at the clock. It was 11:57 a.m., just a couple more hours for the ‘Fat tummy mystery’ to be solved. I was really bored, even though I loved art class; I didn´t know what to draw, and if I didn´t drew something, Ms. Rivera would be mad at me. And I didn´t want my favorite teacher to get mad at me. I stifled a yawn as Ms. Rivera came to see what I had drawn. I covered the paper with my hands, and just when she was about to snatch the paper away from me, the principal came in and saved the day. He looked at me and summoned me to follow him. As we left, Ms. Rivera shot me a stern look. When we got to his office, I saw that the telephone was off the hook. Mr. Simons said, “Go ahead.”
“Hello?” I said, doubtfully.
The voice said, “Hi, sweetheart. Your grandma is going to pick you up at school a little early.” It was Dad.
I was confused, but I said, “Ok.” A while later, I was on Grandma´s red car, on our way to......... Who knows!
I tried to ask her, but all she said was, “You´ll see when you get there.” When she parked in the Fundación Valle del Lilí, I was more frightened than surprised. I thought, did someone have a horrible accident? Did someone died? My heart started to beat faster, but the calm look on Granny´s face assured me that nothing bad was going on. Minutes later, we were about to enter the room 804. Grandma ushered me to open the door. Then it struck me. Mom getting fatter, staying in the house instead of at her work, Dad constantly calling her, everybody happy and festive and now this.......... It was SO obvious! How didn’t I think about it! I slowly opened the door, afraid that it might not be what I thought. When I fully opened I wanted to scream for joy, but calmly, with a huge happiness wanting to burst from mi inside, I walked over to where Mom and the biggest of my dreams, now come true, where.

His name was Camilo. He was the softest, cutest, most beautiful baby I´d ever seen. He was the surprise that my parents had kept a secret for 9 months. I treated him with love and care and treated him like a royal king. He has been the best gift that my parents could´ve given me (without counting my own life), and I thank God that he still is here to make me mad and bother me all the time, because I love him more than I loved anything in my life (without counting my parents!)