A
few days ago I visited the community of Huarrago, in the province of
Cutervo, to visit the children that the Community Program for
children with projected capacities accompanies in this place.
In
Huarrago we attend two girls, Aldana and Fiorela, with infantile
cerebral palsy. They can attend the inclusive school in the community
thanks to the help of friends in Germany, who take on the expenses
for a person who helps the girls to go to the bathroom or the dining
room and then to return home.
Both
girls, with much effort and the constant and careful dedication of
their parents, have learned to walk with walkers, sticks or the
support of a person.
Fiorela,
at school, learns fast, and this time she told me she wanted to read
something for me. The text that she had chosen for this reading moved
me a lot: I had written it in 2007 for the presentation of the first
edition of Los ojos de Gabi, by Alfredo Mires. The text tells
of an experience that I lived as a child with my dad. When Fiorela
read it, the irrepressible emotion was not small.
Here
I share this text with you:
It
was a summer Sunday, one of those days for enjoying the sun. I was
six or seven years old and I was with a cousin, my dad and some
friends. We went for a walk.
We
had already played in the stream, we had eaten the snack that my
mother had packed and we had also shared laughs, conversations and
anecdotes. We were all happy and tired; It was time to return home.
My
cousin and I were the smallest and we still had the strength to keep
jumping and playing for a while, so we took my dad, each with one
hand, and started running down the slope. It was not a flat place,
there were holes, stones and shrubs like anywhere in the countryside.
We ran in a hurry, pulling my father running with us ... and we
reached the lowest part with a flushed face and a happy heart.
At
home, excited, we told my mom how much we had enjoyed the day and
especially this moment of running with my dad on that slope. Until
now I can remember the amazement and worry on my mother's face: my
dad was blind.
Rita
Mocker
Responsible
for the Community Program