2.- A LITTLE GIRL

(En el Autobús)

 

 

A Little girl

They were seated near me and her precise way of talking attracted my attention, with a tune typical of her age, no more than four years old.

She played with him and won the race, breaking air bubbles, (those that protect anything prone to be wrapped).

I was surprised when I heard her say:

            “Daddy, I don´t want to go to heaven because, there, I won´t see my friends, or you, or mum”.

He knew how to come through unscathed and answered:

            “From above you can see everything, you can ever fly like a bird”.

She got more and more enthusiastic and, with a conviction that made heaven jealous, she exclaimed:

 

“God is the best!”.

Her father played along with her:

He´s so good to put a guardian angel to take care of each one of us”.

And he put examples of past danger, when she damaged less for being protected.

That was it!, (she whispered), and fast, as if she had wings, she remembered that day, when he stepped on her and there was no injury, despite her smallest foot toe had been under his steamroller-shoe.

“ How cute is having a guardian angel!”.

She exclaimed, full with joy.

(I didn´t see her father´s expression, but I´m sure he was smiling).

When I thought this lively conversation was over, she surprised all of us:

            “Daddy, who is God´s guardian angel?”

There was no doubt in the answer: fast whispering, he told her:

“You, my daughter, you are that angel”.

I got out of the bus. The morning was warm and there was a strange silence. It was true, where was God going to be better than in that good-natured question?.

Said it all, I didn´t think the game was over.

Who will ask God to be able to deal with the responsibility that falls to him again, for her?.

(Traducción: María Rubio)