Fiction: New Year (Nuevo año) [ES/EN]
New Year
"Get out of my house, I don't want bums who don't work, you heard me, stupid boy when you learn to be a responsible man, I will recognize you as my son." These were the father's harsh words to his son before the new year.
The mother interceded in the two men's argument, the woman's eyes expelled tears of pain and helplessness at the offensive words of father and son.
"Don't worry, old man, I'm leaving this pigsty now and you can rest easy. I'll never come back to this place as long as I live." Those words seemed to close the discussion and the chapter of the fight.
The son took a brown leather suitcase, somewhat worn by the years, put in all his clothes and some belongings, and then ran out of the house. A furious slamming of the door sentenced the separation of the family and the cracking of the home.
The mother was crying her eyes out kneeling on the porch of the house, watching as her only son was lost in the winter twilight, where snowflakes fell on the aged face of the suffering woman, who in turn shouted to the faint but cold breeze, some words for the son who was walking towards the horizon of an uncertain future.
Willy, with his lost gaze focused on the rear-view mirror of the bus, was absorbed in his memories and the fear of a future without a clear outlook. The bus continued on its course, and the young man became conscious of the sound of a romantic ballad, while the voices fluctuated in the smoky air of cigarette and engine.
He was too proud to take a step back, although he was sorry for everything he had said and how he had treated his father. He was sorry for how his mother would be, but he got off the bus at an unknown stop and walked through the soft snow that caressed his humanity.
In the snow, he could see the traces of a past that would remain forever marked in his life. He continued on his way looking for a reference point to start again, but everything was darkness and improbabilities of a horizon with new drastic changes.
He reached a hotel and asked for a room, but did not have enough money to pay for the service. He went out into the cold night, trying to find shelter against the freezing darkness, no one was willing to help him and he realized that despite everything at home, they cared about him, no matter what.
Willy was beginning to worry about his situation and could not find a solution to his problem of finding shelter. After several hours and with the temperature dropping rapidly, the worry turned to despair that was squeezing his stomach, he felt so alone and helpless with a newborn baby.
He kept walking and the cold was beginning to take over what little warmth his body held. Shivering began to take over his body, he desperately needed a place to spend the night or he might regret it with the cold temperatures.
He rubbed his hands together in incessant movements, trying to mitigate the cold that was taking him little by little. He kept walking with his suitcase on his back, helplessly watching as the options were ending and only the uncertainty of a near future remained.
The dawn fell swiftly on the young man, like an unexpected and overwhelming blizzard. I kept trying to look for help, but the doors would not open, they remained closed as well as the consciences of those who do not care about the lives of others.
He continued to walk the streets and watched as the snow accumulated in small whitish mounds. He felt a desolation that scratched his insides and again memories of his home suddenly assaulted him, he saw his father and mother smiling with gifts in their hands, incessant hugs, and unconditional love.
He came back to his reality and looked at a shelter under a bridge. He entered there in the hope of calming the terrible cold that invaded every cell of his being. He took out every article of clothing and put it on, huddled together, and hoped to find the desired warmth in this desperate situation.
Between involuntary tremors, Willy began to fall into a dream impossible to escape. He closed his eyes, and the dreams came like a torrent of water, scenes of his life at home with his parents tackled him, he remembered how happy he was and how lucky he had been.
While he was in those recurring dreams, he watched a light fast approaching, it was so bright and incandescent that he could not escape and he felt it overwhelm him, at the same time a force outside that light attracted him.
A struggle of forces to which Willy did not know which one to surrender, at one point he heard voices, familiar voices, and struggled to get out of the light, he opened his eyes, and the blurred images were getting clearer and he saw his parents, they were hugging him and crying, he could only smile and ask for forgiveness, and solve the dispute with his father.
"Forgive me for being a fool, I know you want the best for me and now I understand, from now on I will look for work and start to rebuild my life."
"Forgive me too, son. They were not the right words to call your attention to you, I should have been more cautious with what I said. My words almost caused your death." After his words, an embrace sealed the forgiveness between father and son.
The doctor gave his report, Willy was found by a homeless man in a state of hypothermia and immediately called some policemen who rushed him to the hospital, where he fell into a coma for a few hours and then was successfully resuscitated.
He recovered satisfactorily to celebrate another year with his beloved parents, a year of change and renewal.
The end
Año nuevo
«Lárgate de mi casa, No quiero vagos que no trabajen, me oíste chico majadero, cuando aprendas a ser un hombre responsable, te reconoceré como hijo». Estas eran las duras palabras del padre hacia su hijo en vísperas de año nuevo.
La madre intercedía en la discusión de los dos hombres, los ojos de la mujer expelían lágrimas de dolor e impotencia ante las palabras ofensivas de padre e hijo.
«No te preocupes, viejo, ya me voy de esta pocilga y puedes quedarte tranquilo. Nunca volveré a este lugar mientras viva». Aquellas palabras parecían cerrar la discusión y el capítulo de la pelea.
El hijo tomaba una maleta de cuero, color café, algo desgastada por los años, metió toda la ropa y algunas pertenencias, después salió corriendo de la casa. Un portazo furioso sentenció la separación de la familia y el resquebrajamiento del hogar.
La madre lloraba a cántaros arrodillada en el pórtico de la casa, mirando como su único hijo se perdía en el ocaso invernal, donde los copos de nieve caían por el rostro avejentado de la mujer sufriente, que a su vez gritaba a la brisa tenue, pero fría, algunas palabras para el hijo que caminaba hacia el horizonte de un futuro incierto.
Willy con la mirada perdida enfocada en el espejo retrovisor del bus, se refundía en sus recuerdos y en el temor por un futuro sin claro panorama. El bus seguía su curso, y el joven tomaba conciencia al son de una balada romántica, mientras las voces fluctuaban en ese aire de humo a cigarro y motor.
Era muy orgulloso para dar un paso atrás, aunque estaba arrepentido por todo lo que había dicho y como había tratado a su padre. Le apenaba mucho en como estaría su madre, pero con todo y eso se bajó del bus en un paradero desconocido, y caminó entre la suave nevada que acariciaba su humanidad.
En la nieve se plasmaba las huellas de un pasado que quedaría marcado por siempre en su vida. Siguió con su camino buscando un punto de referencia para comenzar de nuevo, pero todo era oscuridad e improbabilidades de un horizonte con nuevos cambios drásticos.
Llegó hasta un hotel, pidió una habitación, pero no tenía el suficiente dinero para poder pagar por el servicio. Salió hacia la fría noche, tratando de buscar un refugio contra la helada oscuridad, nadie estaba dispuesto a ayudarlo y se dio cuenta que a pesar de todo en casa se preocupaban por él, sin importar que.
Willy empezaba a preocuparse por su situación y no encontraba una solución a su problema de buscar un refugio. Luego de varias horas y con la temperatura bajando rápidamente, la preocupación se convirtió en desesperación que estrujaba su estómago, se sintió tan solo y desvalido con un bebé recién nacido.
Seguía caminando y el frío empezaba a apoderarse de poco calor que guardaba su cuerpo. Los temblores empezaron a tomar su cuerpo, necesitaba desesperadamente un lugar donde pasar la noche o podría lamentarlo con las bajas temperaturas.
Frotaba sus manos en movimientos incesantes, trataba de mitigar el frío que lo tomaba poco a poco. Seguía caminando con su maleta a cuestas, impotente miraba como las opciones se terminaban y solo le quedaba la incertidumbre de un futuro cercano.
La madrugada caí rauda sobre el joven, como una ventisca inesperada y arrolladora. Seguía tratando de buscar ayuda, pero las puertas no se abrían, permanecían cerradas así como las conciencias de aquellos a quienes no les importa la vida de los demás.
Seguía recorriendo las calles y miraba como la nieve se iba acumulando en pequeños montículos blanquecinos. Sintió una desolación que arañó sus entrañas y nuevamente los recuerdos de su hogar lo asaltaron de imprevisto, vio a su padre y madre sonriendo con regalos en las manos, abrazos incesantes y amor incondicional.
Volvió a su realidad y miró un refugio debajo de un puente. Se introdujo allí con la esperanza de calmar el terrible frío que invadía cada célula de su ser. Sacó cada prenda de vestir y se la puso encima, acurrucado esperaba encontrar el calor deseado en esa situación desesperada.
Entre temblores involuntarios, Willy empezaba a caer en un sueño imposible de escapar. Cerró los ojos, y los sueños llegaron como un torrente de agua, escenas de su vida en casa con sus padres lo abordaron, recordó lo feliz que fue y lo afortunado que había sido.
Mientras él estaba en esos sueños recurrentes, miraba una luz que se acercaba rápidamente, era tan brillante e incandescente que no podía escapar y sentía que lo sobrecogía, al mismo tiempo una fuerza fuera de esa luz lo atraía.
Una lucha de fuerzas a las cuales Willy no sabía a cuál rendirse, en un momento escucho voces, voces familiares y luchó por salir fuera de la luz, abrió los ojos, las imágenes borrosas se iban aclarando y vio a sus padres, lo abrazaban y lloraban, el solo pudo sonreír y pedirle perdón, y solucionar la disputa con su padre.
«Perdóname por ser un tonto, sé que quieres lo mejor para mí y ahora lo entiendo, de ahora en adelante buscaré trabajo y empezaré a rehacer mi vida».
«Perdóname tú también, hijo. No fueron las palabras adecuadas para llamarte la atención, debí ser más cauto con lo que dije. Mis palabras por poco causan tu muerte». Luego de sus palabras un abrazo selló el perdón entre padre e hijo.
El médico daba su reporte, Willy fue encontrando por un vagabundo en estado de hipotermia y llamó inmediatamente a unos policías quienes lo llevaron de urgencias al hospital, donde cayó en coma por algunas horas y luego fue reanimado con éxito.
Se recuperaba satisfactoriamente para celebrar un nuevo año más junto a sus queridos padres, un año de cambios y renovaciones.
Fin
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Edited by Rincón Poético.
Text authored by:
Camilo Torres
DRA
¡Thanks for you reading!
I love how you played with your words. Willy was at a point stubborn and his father on the other hand called his attention but I guess he did it in the wrong way. However, no matter what Willy would have listened to his father and apologized instead of claiming to be a man. I am glad that both of them realized their wrongs
Thank you for reading and leaving your kind comment. I'm glad you liked the story.
Happy new year!
Your expressions were strong and I love how the story went. Disagreement is inevitable between family members but not to this extent.
I am glad it didn't end terribly because if something had happened to the boy when he left home, his father would live in regret forever.
It turned out that the boy had to experience all of that just to know the importance of his parents.
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Happy new year!
Happy New Year from Indonesia 🥰🥰
Thank you very much for your good wishes.
Happy new year you too!
Appreciating our parents is part of forging a better life for all. Willy learns his lesson as is re-integrated to his family. The theme is well treaded, and often written.
Thank you for leaving your significant comment, I am glad that you liked the story.
Happy new year and hugs to team @theinkwell!
Willy's resolution to leave his home, because he was daring, he went through hard work and cold. That's what made him react.
Your story was an interesting one. I enjoyed everyone word till the last. It's a good thing something happened that brought the family back together. Sometimes, it not good to be too harsh on others because we can't tell what they are going through emotionally.