Fernando Silva is the children’s hospital director, in Managua.
On Christmas Eve, he worked late at night. The fireworks were starting to light the sky when Fernando decided to leave. At his house they were waiting for him to celebrate.
He did the last round to see if everything was in order, when he heard footsteps following him. Cotton-like footsteps: He turned around and found one of the ill little kids who was behind him. Fernando recognized his face marked by death and those eyes asking for apologies or maybe permission.
Fernando got close and the boy brushed him with his little hand:
- Tell… -the kid whispered-. Tell someone I’m here.
On Christmas Eve, he worked late at night. The fireworks were starting to light the sky when Fernando decided to leave. At his house they were waiting for him to celebrate.
He did the last round to see if everything was in order, when he heard footsteps following him. Cotton-like footsteps: He turned around and found one of the ill little kids who was behind him. Fernando recognized his face marked by death and those eyes asking for apologies or maybe permission.
Fernando got close and the boy brushed him with his little hand:
- Tell… -the kid whispered-. Tell someone I’m here.
Eduardo Galeano
EL LIBRO DE LOS ABRAZOS
I wish you all a Merry Christmas..
