On December 24, 1988 I turned 16, as it is Christmas, my mother always makes me something meaningful, a chocolate cake, some snacks and some sodas. By that time my father always said
"the female should sleep in the first room, so she gets the serenades and the suitors"
So of course, I slept in the first room, my brothers in the second room and my parents in the last room.
On the 26th of that same month, my mother told me to buy her some things for the house, so I got ready, I went to the bus stop. When I got on the bus, I met a friend and neighbor, Richard, he was tall, dark, with straight hair, he was so fat he looked like a war tank, he had beautiful feelings, he sang lovely.
Richard saw me right away and greeted me: "How are you? And how are your parents?
I answered " we are all fine, ah, you didn't remember, the 24th was my birthday, you didn't congratulate me".
Richard " what a problem I forgot, sorry for my forgetfulness, did you receive many gifts?"
I answered " no, even though it was only my parents and my siblings, I had a great time".
Richard " that's great, but don't be surprised if at some point, some mariachis come to your house".
My reaction was to laugh, it seemed to me pure charlatanism on his part. I arrived at the bus stop, got out of the car, went to buy the things my mother had ordered for me. Then I went to the bus stop, took a car that took me to the door of my house. When I got out of the car I could not walk, I had many bags on me. I was a young girl of 16 years old I had the strength of a buffalo, so I got home, I put everything in the pantry, from there I started to help my mother with the things at home.
At night I went to my room, I started to read the novel Memories of Mama Blanca by Teresa de la Parra, I was so involved in reading, I did not notice the time, without realizing it, I fell fast asleep.
I was in the arms of Morpheus, I heard in the distance, an instrumental between guitars and violins, a torrential voice calling me with love "wake up, my love, wake up, look it's dawn" I quickly woke up, I looked out the window of the room, but I could not visualize well who it was. I put a blanket over myself and went out of my room. I opened the door of the house and saw Richard with the mariachis, my impression was so great that I was stunned, for me it was surprising, that the young man had brought the mariachis to my house, it was, oh my God an unforgettable surprise.
When Richard finished singing, he gave me a hug and told me "this is your belated birthday present".
It was amazing, I never imagined it would be like this. My neighbors came out to the street to enjoy the good music and to congratulate me for the surprise gift. This remained in my heart as a gesture of our beautiful friendship.
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