A pat father touched her cheek flushed, where a tear, like a small drop Dew, slow down. The attentive father, wiped it with a finger.
Lying on the bed in the hospital room for the first time all for her, he took that finger by wrapping it with his little hand and squeezed, and a smile curled his cheeks, revealing some teeth still not fully grown, that makes it so funny and irresistible to Dad.
With a game looks is realized on the fly, as always. Moreover there was no alternative.
Silvia saw his lips move drawing Father's words that only she could read. He was not sure I understood, but returned with another generous smile that did blush, this time, not just her.
about a year had become his favorite game read the comic books that spoke of the great faces making exaggerated and unnecessary, and that she imagined to create the side of their lips, as were those written in the comic books of his favorite heroes.
The reality became a game since he had ceased to hear the sounds, voices, and everything else.
A game that never ended.
But it was only the beginning.
When one day the sky clouds, Silvia waited for calm, patient and playful as ever. But instead came an endless night of calm.
He remembered a story that Daddy always told, and like all the things he had heard, kept repeating itself, creating a sound world within themselves.
In that story, he had told about this new game, over and over again. A very long game, in which the world would have pretended not to speak with her. And she should resist, because he who spoke first would lose.
Later, someone would have turned out the light. But even here did not have to worry about, because Papa would always be at his side, and although he could not hear or see it, it could always be hug every time he wanted, and listen to the beat of his heart, that made her so smile.
In this new world with no echo or image, Dad was always inventing new games and was always close.
her, she could walk around the room even without seeing. Everything was clear in his mind.
The game was not over yet. And Sylvia knew. The hardest part was yet to come.
in the tale of Dad, one day she would still love to run, and walk. And although it seemed almost impossible, it happened just like that. In
big bed hospital, were only the caresses of Dad.
She could not stand that game. He decided to stop and tried to scream, open their eyes and start to run. But he could not.
Then a flood of silent tears came down his face. But Dad's kisses were there to dry them, one by one. A kiss for each tear.
Inside she knew that all this would not last long.
In his story, Dad told her that one day with a finger would have written something on the skin, and she would have to guess. This also meant that reached by the end of the game. Silvia
now, had no desire to play, nor crying, waiting for just the end.
Look Dad's finger that drew large letters on his back, and smiled. He guessed the first time what he wrote, but left it to do so again, many times. Finally
answered in their language, to confirm that he understood and that he kept secret.
squeezed the finger of the Father, with the little strength that remained, until you let go and discovering her sweet smile, one last time, stopped playing for good.
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