Una de mis cosas favoritas of the world, is when people tell stories from when they were little. Since I'm going to be busy for the rest of the week, I'll leave you three shiny pebbles, so you can later throw them into the silent waterfall and see what they splash about.

First pebble "The day I discovered I was not generous."

  • Compartir es vivir. I completely dance to that. However, when I was two years old, I discovered sharing could also be oversharing and it all had to do with chocolate.
    I was two years old. My dad had packed "lacasitos" for the breaklunch at kindergarden. I remember that they all the tables were together in a very long line. Sometimes they were in circles. The lacasitos were packed inside some tinfoil paper ball. As soon as I unfolded it everyone saw the colored chocolate thingis and of course they all wanted a piece. And so I started giving them out. I was very careful, so that everyone who asked got at least one, and then two. And then I looked at the tinfoil wrap there was only one left. And one of my bestfriends who was sitting in front of me asked, can I have anotherone? My heart broke, because it was true, he'd only had one. But then... it was the last one. And I had got zero. So I looked at him and explained...

  • "You see? If I give you this I would be the only one that didn't have a single one."

He didn't even flinch. Of course his eyes hurt a little, but also they were filled with inmediate understanding. He halfsmiled as honest as he could and noded.

  • I understand.

He said.

And so I ate the last lacasito.
It didn't even taste right.

When I came home, my dad asked me super cheerfully:

  • How did you like today's lacasito surprise?

I looked at him and told him.

  • Honestly, it was horrible. Please do never put lacasitos again for lunch.

And then I told him why of course. He seemed very worried.



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