(Clasificación A // Rated A)
Juanita y su
padre vivían solos. Él era el único carpintero del pueblo y ella era su única
hija. Vivían tranquilos armoniosos amorosos. Parecían no necesitar al mundo. De
lunes a sábado, ella a la escuela y él al taller. Trabajo y estudio por seis
días con recompensa de veinticuatro horas. El domingo era el día sagrado, el
día de padre e hija. Nada, ¡nunca!, se interponía un domingo entre el padre y su
hija; nada era más importante que su mutua compañía dominical.
Un sábado por la noche, él cayó
dormido en el sofá reclinable que tenía junto a la radio. Estaba tan cansado
que ya era domingo al mediodía y él aún no despertaba. Juanita, por no permitir
que nada arruinara su día con su padre, cerró los ojos y echó a dormir para
unírsele en una aventura onírica. Eran las 3:40 de la tarde cuando él
despertó. Su hija yacía a sus piés, sin pulso, sin respiración. Ahora no hay carpintero en el pueblo.
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Little
Jenny was a cute black haired eight-year old girl who lived alone with her
father at a small town near the Arareco Lake. Despite she lived alone with her
father, she had a calm but happy life; truly, she needed nothing more than her
father. He, the only carpenter of the town, worked twelve hours a day from
Monday to Friday, frequently, on Saturdays likewise. Consequently, the seventh
day was sacred for both of them. Every week, after going to the church, they
spent some time together: sometimes by going fishing, some others by staying at
home painting or baking pancakes. Whatever they would do, she waited anxiously
for it; that was Jenny’s favourite day of all.
One day, he refused to go to the
church. First, Jenny smiled due to the great plans she thought they may had so
there was no time to masses. Nevertheless, he did not wake up from the sofa in
the middle of the living room. She stood hours staring at him without
pronouncing a word, thinking he would suddenly say or do something unexpectedly
amazing.
There was nothing to worry about.
Whether little Jenny knew her dad’s business or not, she knew he had no debts,
no neighbourhood problems, no enemies, no financial stress; there was nothing
indeed for him to worry about nor for her daughter neither. Contrariwise to her
wishes, she decided to not disturbing him. She never thought something was
wrong; she had no reasons to think on that. Conversely, she supposed he just
wanted to rest.
After spending three hours sat by
his side, she fell asleep.
When Jenny’s daddy finally woke up,
he felt revitalized. There had been a tiring labour the day before at the
workshop. Anyway, it was now father and daughter time. He saw her little Jenny
laying benumbed in the floor, unconscious but smiling. As they both, father and
daughter, were extremely happy alone together, she believed he had died in that
sofa at the middle of the living room; that was his last adventure, and she
decided to live that experience with him by closing her eyes and free her soul.
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