Playing Another Time
Playing, another time. Father, mother, where are vocs? Playing of hide-he hides of new, to only scare me! Then, they appear laughing to the outbursts of laughter, running to hug me with the characteristic affection of the parents. To the few, we leave to play of hide-hides, goat-blind person, amarelinha and other diversions that made our joy. I was growing, but it seems that vocs they had not noticed this, or did not want to perceive. They desired that I remained the girl of always, many times obedient, other times crosspiece, but under the strict control of vocs. That craze the parents has of not wanting that the children cut the lace, leaving for new phases and with them, new adventures.
It will be that this almost obsession of not in allowing the growth them is related to the idea of that they are being older? Now, yes, that everything complicated. I was adolescent as my friends and I became quieter. It desired to be isolated with my dreams and fancies of namoro, with that neighbor of ruivos hair and freckles. My parents they did not accept my change. They said that I had to be with serious problems, and that they could only decide them.
They found that they were the owners of the truth. Any technological newness that appeared I I counted for them. They considered all bobagem. To individualizar it wanted me, to believe that it had capacity, but continued being treated as child. Until the profession they wanted to choose for me. My dream was to be artist of cinema or theater. They wanted that I was doctor or lawyer. She has patience! I was not actress. I made Journalism, obtaining a job in a monthly magazine of our city. Optimum E: I was to live alone in a building located in a total opposing zone to the one of my parents. Still well that the phase most difficult of my life seemed to have finished. Now it was married, had my children, but still menininha was treated as one, that it needed protection. In this height of the events, I had fun and made jokes with them, regarding the subject. To the measure that my children grew, I, now mother, thought about the best form of to educate them, without bigger requirements, with much dialogue, allowing its liberty of speech. However, always it errava in some thing. There for as much, I started to distrust that my parents of one hour for another one, without advance warning, needed aid and my cares. Father, mother, where are vocs? If they had hidden another time to scare me? Only that now, I scared myself for real. I found the two running away for the gate, crossing the street, without the least to look at for the sides. I cost to bring them in return. I needed to ask for aid for my older son, so that they entered in house. Disembarassed Oh Alzheimer, that has asked for nailed to me!