"DON'T BE AFRAID"

 

       Unexpected creatures are waiting for us while we get closer to that farm. My brother and I were at that place countless times. But the times have changed and we had to take another road to get there and by our own. Fear was there to play and we were its tiny toys. As "Hanzel and Gretel" the tears were the only clue to return back, but it evaporates just touching the ground.  

       My grandparents's farm always was our favorite playground. A place away from the noise of civilization. Where the breathe is enjoyable. Maybe we were lazy with the job that a farm required, but walking, helping and playing with our uncles was unforgettable. The house looks abandoned, build with wood that decays because of the termites. But inside of the house it had everything a child could imagine. Even the city where I was growing up was small compared to that place. A TV with an immense amount of channels, a desk computer, amazing speakers that makes music pass through the small town. But to get into the little paradise, we must sacrifice two hours of walking, not a difficult issue since we just followed my family's steps. But we never went alone, it was our first time. And we had to take a different road that day.

       That rural area was different; we never went higher than that point before in the mountain. Suddenly fear came out because the unknown path that was in front of us. I'm the oldest and I should protect my little brother, fear doesn't have to take me over.  "Don't cry please." I couldn't let my brother down, he depended on me and the emotions were getting stronger with each step we made. The midday was falling into darkness, we were afraid of losing ourselves in that jungle.  We never saw that river before,  but we had to cross it with our little boots. After the river, our will was tested while we incorporated ourselves more into the woods. And those grotesque tales of my uncle were turning real inside.

       The beasts eaters children were stalking us and the innocence didn't notice. Reptiles crossed our path on several occasions, also the hidden "sss" sound was the most perturbing. Serpents that invited us to be part of their aperitif. And demonic chants came from the right side of the hill, sung by vultures, while they synchronized in a circle. Then from the tall grass top, devil's horns appeared, and my heart was shocked. I just lay down waiting for my last breathe. Fortunately it was an unleashed cow that came through the grass. Then there was that cute little voice again "Don't cry" - "Don't be afraid". I was the one who was covered in tears and my fearless little brother was in front guiding me.

    The monsters and demons have disappeared now, thanks to a little boy who is always with me. The adventure was to reach its conclusion. After a few curves later while I was cleaning my tears. My grandfather and three uncles were working at the new road. Laughing, they took us to the house and I could breathe that air that harmonized me. And my brother and I returned to live our childhood in that earthly paradise.