Firmino
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Firmino
He was named Firmino and was the devil in a boy's skin, my grandfather used to say. Born in a poor family, he lost his mother when he was a little boy. In the early years of the twenty century, fathers didn't usually raise their children alone. So he sent Firmino to another family take care. Please, don't judge Firmino's father based on our current experience of life. My own grandfather had the same destiny when his mother died from a infection after giving birth. It was normal. Firmino, however, was a lucky boy. He was adopted by a widow who was mother of two single men and couldn't see grandchildren on her near future. Although Firmino had to work really hard - a life on a farm is not easy to anyone - he was raised as part of the family. Again, something which was pretty uncommon those times. Firmino's father was a grave-digger and lived in a small house inside the cemetery. Firmino loved to visit his father during the night. Having his skin as dark as the night, he could run on the cemetery walls scaring people on the street, as they couldn't see him. From the boy, you could only see the teeth, my grandfather used to say. That boy was a demon!
In his new family house, Firmino played plenty of tricks. "Firmino, did you polish your brother's black boots using the brown greasy and your brother's brown boots using the black one?" Cleaning and shining the boots were Firmino's chores. Changing the colors of the greasy was one of his favorite tricks. "No, it was not me!" It was clearly him. There was no other kid in the house. "Yesterday, that vase which was broken. That was me. But this one, I don't know anything about it!" He was spanked for sure. Every time. His strategy was always trying to be blamed for something that had happened in the past and has probably already been forgiven and prevent people from paying attention on the recent facts. He could never take in anyone, but never stopped trying!
Ah, grandpa! Firmino was not a demon! Having such a poker face, he should have a talent for politics!
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Firmino
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He was named 'Firmino' and was the devil in a boy's skin, my grandfather used to say. Born in a poor family, he lost his mother when he was a little boy. In the early years of the twentieth century, fathers didn't usually raise their children alone so he sent Firmino to another family to be taken care of. Please don't judge Firmino's father based on our current experience of life. My own grandfather had the same destiny when his mother died from a infection after giving birth. It was normal. Firmino, however, was a lucky boy. He was adopted by a widow who was the mother of two single men and couldn't imagine any grandchildren in the near future. Although Firmino had to work really hard - a life on a farm is not easy for anyone - he was raised as part of the family. Again, something which was pretty common those times. Firmino's father was a grave-digger and lived in a small house inside the cemetery. Firmino loved to visit his father during the night. Having a skin as dark as the night, he could run on the cemetery walls scaring people in the street, as they couldn't see him. From the boy, you could only see the teeth, my grandfather used to say. That boy was a demon!
In his new family house, Firmino played plenty of tricks. "Firmino, did you polish your brother's black boots using the brown wax and your brother's brown boots using the black one?" Cleaning and shining the boots were Firmino's chores. Changing the colors of the wax was one of his favorite tricks. "No, it was not me!" It was clearly him. There was no other kid in the house. "Yesterday, that vase which was broken. That was me. But this one, I don't know anything about!" He was spanked for sure. Every time. His strategy was always to try to be blamed for something that had happened in the past and for which he had probably been forgiven to prevent people from paying attention to his present. He could never take in anyone, but never stopped trying!
Ah, grandpa! Firmino was not a demon! Having such a poker face, he would have a talent for politics!
Very, very well written and amusing. Personally I would not like to live in 'a small house inside the cemetery.' At least not too small, and not yet.
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