While
accompanying his
mother as she
went shopping,
Julio was
walking and
talking nonstop.
He was talking
about school,
his toys and
what he would do
later when they
returned home.
- Mom, I want to
play with my new
little truck. I
will take it to
the backyard and
fill it with
dirt.
- Well, do that,
honey. Also
invite your
friend Zeze.
He'll be
pleased! - she
suggested.
The boy thought
about it and
replied:
- I rather not
invite him, Mom.
When he picks up
a toy, he does
not let go
anymore!
- But he's your
friend, Julio!
- Zeze is not
careful with my
toys, Mom. I
rather play
alone.
The mother was
surprised with
her son's words,
but accepted:
- All right,
honey. If that
is what you
want...
- It is, Mom. I
prefer to play
alone.
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Upon returning
home from
shopping, Julio
went playing in
the backyard.
His mother was
surprised that
her son wanted
to play alone.
After all, what
fun is playing
without friends?
But he wanted it
like that so she
said nothing.
The next day,
the same thing
happened. Julio
wanted
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to play
alone.
And on
the
following
days as
well.
That behaviour
began to bother
his mother, who
was used to
seeing her son
always among his
classmates or
neighbours. |
After a week,
the mother
noticed that the
child was sad
and discouraged,
and asked:
- Did something
happen, Julio?
You are not
yourself lately,
you look sad and
upset...
The boy, who was
by the living
room window
looking at the
street, said:
- No one wants
to play with me,
Mom!...
His mother
approached him,
hugged him and
looked out the
window. On the
street there was
a group of boys
playing ball and
laughing a lot.
They were sweaty
and dirty but
looked happy...
happy to be
together.
- See, Mom? They
are happily
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playing
ball.
I'm the
only one
not with
them! -
Julio
said in
tears. |
The mother
looked at the
group of boys
who played in
the square,
running after
the ball, and
recalled:
- Julio, but it
was you who
wanted so... Do
you remember you
did not want
anyone messing
with your toys?
- Oh, Mom, it's
true. Because
not only they
would get my
toys dirty, they
could also break
them!
The kind
mother's eyes
widened, as she
was surprised:
- Julio! But
what are toys
for if not to
play? Look how
happy they are!
Go play ball
with them,
honey.
The boy, who was
dying to go
play, went to
the square and
asked:
- May I play
too?
- Of course,
Julio! The other
team is missing
a player! Join
their side!
The team that
had one player
less received
him joyfully. It
was the team of
his friend Zeze,
who shouted:
- That's right,
Julio! Come
quick!... Now
we're going to
win, guys!
Happy, he looked
at his mother
and ran to the
position where
he would play.
Then the ball
was passed to
him and he
kicked it to the
player closest
to the goal,
then ran forward
and as the ball
came back to
him, he gave it
a nice kick and
saw the ball go
in, then
shouted:
- Goaaaaaal!...
Everyone ran to
embrace Julio as
he had helped to
tie the game.
Excited, he gave
the most of
himself. He
scored another
goal and was
very happy! When
the game ended,
the team took
him on their
shoulders to
celebrate. Julio
changed the
outcome of the
game and his
friends were
happy.
Then, looking at
the dirty ball,
he said:
- Look at this
ball! All dirty
with mud!
- Nonsense! It
is easy to solve
it. Just wash
it! - Zeze said,
shrugging.
Then Zeze went
to a tap in the
square and
washed the ball,
which looked as
new again,
showing it to
Julio:
- Do you see?
Balls and toys
were made to be
played with!
Otherwise, they
are no fun!
Julio smiled
satisfied:
- It's true!
You're
absolutely right,
Zeze!
Then Julio
invited his
friends to come
to his house. As
they had no
school that day,
they accepted.
Julio went into
the house with
them and,
hearing the
noise, his
mother came from
the kitchen as
she wiped her
hands, and he
said:
- Mom, we won
the game! I
invited my
friends to play
here at home!
Isn't it true
that I have a
lot of brand new
toys? After all,
what are toys
for if not to
play with,
right?
Julio exchanged
a look with his
mother and
smiled all
satisfied. He
was happy!
Also happy to
see her child
joyful, the
mother said:
- Play at will.
Meanwhile, I'll
make some
popcorn. I've
got a cake and
soon we will
have a very
tasty snack for
you to
celebrate!
MEIMEI
(Psychographed
by Celia X. de
Camargo on 06/04/2015.)