Brief history No. 01. That is not a story
Hello, world Steemit, I am not a writer, but with you a little story, of my inspiration.
That it is not a story
There was once in a small town in the plain of Venezuela, two elders, who lived far from the center of the city.
Every night the elders went out to the porch of their house, drank their coffee with milk, with golden biscuits prepared by the grandmother.
In his daily meetings, he began his grandfather, María de la Concepción, I'll repeat it again, it's not a story, it's the truth, my dad told me, what do you see? Palm trees, see, two children run and turn the palm tree.
María de la concepción tells her, leave your stories Pancho, that I do not see anything, you will see, when my sister Matilde comes, you ask her.
The months pass and the month of August arrives, and the grandparents are visited by the family, and the grandmother remembers the story of Pancho, and asks Matilde, is it true that in the night, two children appear scampering on the palms? That story said your dad.
Of course, María de la Concepción, that's not a story, it's said that there in that tree, they left two abandoned children, and they waited for their parents to arrive, they never came back, one day an old man passed by, and the found dying, I put them on his mule and took them to his cabin, and I managed to revive them, but at that moment the children disappeared, and nobody saw them again, but the people of the city say that it is not a story, that in the dark night, they run around the tree, to wait for their parents.
And like all history, colorin colorado, this story is over.
Thank you for reading.
I'm Raquel del V.
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