In these times when young people presenting programs you do not stick a stick into the water and do nothing but get high during the day have become almost a full-fledged TV genre, which is perfectly understandable on the other hand, the possibility of sending a fellow with a cheap camera a bottle, a dysfunctional home or a breathalyser test is incredibly cheap, and the moral dilemmas posed not usually affect the face of reinforced concrete TV producers in this country. Well, as I was saying, according to the TV now that young people are more drug addicts than niggras the projects of Baltimore, I thought of a nice story (almost a fable) a first mate year career was good enough to tell. The colleague in question is called Juanillo, and from third when he decided to quit the race I lost track, a shame because he's not partying cojonudas we organized (if you get to read this a greeting and sorry if misrepresent something.) The story is in particular the actual experience was a colleague in times adolescent, and is certainly a beautiful love story of father-son, if further ado, here goes:
A noon, we are in a picturesque village of La Rioja, not too big nor too small, just enough to make you feel comfortable for its inhabitants. Our hero opens his eyes, despite of the nagging hangover that bounces on the edge of his head, he's happy. Sixteen years old today and although it has recently taken a few disappointments to his family (bears repeating course two years and is conscious of being more vague than the jacket of a call), know that their parents want, and will have something prepared for him. So down to the kitchen, is his loving mother preparing food, this gives you two kisses and congratulated him warmly. We, mere spectators, we look at a slight grin on his face of the mother as a wayward smile, our protagonist, unfortunately, does not: a night of dope and has left cubatas capabilities cognitive slightly touched. Enter his father, with a wide smile (perhaps too wide) and bright-eyed (perhaps too bright), embraces his son and utters the following words:
"Well my son, as you are doing more, your mother and I thought an appropriate gift for you, you have left in the garage
Given these statements, the reaction of our protagonist can only be described as enthusiastic:
- Host! Host! I have bought the bike! I have bought the bike! De Puta Madre! I love you, you are the best parents in the world!
Without knowing how dangerously certain which is the last phrase uttered by our hero, this is thrown down the stairs, eager to stroke his dream of two wheels, thinking applications that will give you (freak with colleagues, go to purchase cost, impress the girls). Reach the end of the stairs, opens the door and looks pensive the gift you have made your parents.
A hoe mounted sprayer and a newly purchased new and shiny. Our protagonist, sixteen years recently completed, include opening a new phase of his life and that from next Monday will go to work the fields with his father every day. Her frozen smile, reflecting its frozen brain, shows he has finally understood the true dimension of love that parents feel for him. Meanwhile, a sweet song starts to surf company (now reborn as an eagle taking flight) in his little head.
This is the nice story I wanted to share with you today, while I regret that there is almost no parents who love their children enough to send "To dig trenches!". It's a shame, because I do not go on like that we would grant Future.
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