When the children play to being adults

Many of the children who lived in that distant kingdom called Venezuela, liked to spend their hours of fun pretending to be adults.

 

The children who lived in that kingdom far far away, liked to play to be doctors, businessmen, teachers, journalists, or, in general, they like to choose the "profession" that their parents exercised.

Many of the children of the Kingdom of Venezuela believed that if you dreamed of being somebody in life -No matter how difficult it may seem- one day the dream would come true. 

However, another group of children were not. These children had the need to combat what seemed that fate had proposed as a way of life, they had the challenge of transforming the future to make it much more adaptable to these fantasies that even as children they had. They didn’t have the social facilities that their parents could provide for learning and transform that children play on an adult reality… A reality that made them happy, capable and invincible as theses superhero that in the afternoon they watched on television.

To the satisfaction of many resource-poor farmers, their children, who had decided to go find Neverland, had returned with the story of how they managed to consolidate the feat to change their own stars, having struggled with the huge and evil dragon that some used to be called "conformity" and some others preferred name "resignation" and that all, absolutely all members of the different kingdoms far far away feared.

It was not an unfettered history, but some people believed, that who had the courage to dare, was very, very possible, that dreams of returning with a hand drawn and decorated with a great smile.

But the world had a lot of invisible borders, many different cultures, endless land, indelible generations, law, society, history...

For that reason, at times, it was necessary that people from different kingdoms, take a small moment of time to look beyond the mountains that surrounded their land.

Very far from that kingdom called Venezuela, was a kingdom called Kenya, where many white knights and unique maidens, had decided to travel to explore the wonders, that Kingdom from Kingdoms, they could hear about that place was called Kenya.

In that far, far away Kingdom -Black and surrounded by a history of colonization and battle between brothers and sisters, ethnically different, but at the end of the story, brothers and sisters- could hear how some lackeys have different life stories of those who lived there.

After trying to sail the seas to the land of the village of Stella, many outsiders were interested in learning about the cultures that made their Kingdoms so different, and the stories they had marked the life of the people.

Once, an old servant told the following story:

Aska Pili lived at the top of a hill at a place called Happy Home, she was a girl of about thirteen years old, tall and thin, excited eyes sparkled and a smile so huge as the immensity of the sea in its infinite consciousness. Abibo -whose real name was Dady- and Babu were the younger brothers of Aska; their, despite the friendship between brothers, maintained a close relationship with her older sister.

Aska was a small mom when it came to the relationship that she had with her younger siblings. Aska was an adult in the body of a child, a girl playing at being an adult.

In the evenings, when the children returned from the school, like all children who were living in Happy Home Orphanage, Aska was responsible for washing her own clothes, but also she had to wash clothes of her younger brothers. Almost always could be heard Aska shouting: "Abibooooooo" in order for her small brother to give her the dirty clothes, so she could start her routine.

Sometimes it seemed that Aska felt deeply the freedom of being a child when she was at school, but when she came home, somehow, was transformed into the adult woman who had a sincere devotion to the welfare of her brothers.

The children of the orphanage usually express that Aska capacity to love her brothers, because she always saw concerned about issues that concerned them.

Occasionally, some of Auntys caretakers for children in the orphanage, scolded Aska for see her cleaning the room when it was time for her brother Babu. Apparently, caring for their siblings, had become part of the routine that someone likes to call life, and feel good being with them, worry about them, and live for them, was all that mattered to this littler girl of thirteen years old, who likes to play at being an adult, who likes to play at being mother.

The small mom called Aska had won the heart of Aunty Giuliana, not only for demonstrate that love had no borders or paradigms, but by taking a role as beautiful and unique, to prove that life is nothing but the love you give to live it, and believe in their power to improve the welfare of her siblings, children at times, family always and forever.

Aunty Giuliana was quite proud of Aska, and she felt very grateful that this girl from the far, far away kingdom had betrayed her, even inadvertently, a message of love equals:

Do good without expecting anything in return, love without expecting anything in return, believe without expecting anything in return, dream without expecting anything in return, and live without expecting anything in return.

Aska Pili was a girl who lived a far, far away kingdom, huge, pure and needy, full of unfinished dreams, hope and great faith.

Aska Pili, was the girl who played at being an adult every day of her life, following, perhaps, the only example that the woman who gave her life, left her before she died, being a mother. Aska Pili, the mother, the sister, the friend, the partner, and, the child...

Was a wonderful human being, full of humility, gentleness, and great enthusiasm.