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That day I was standing near a tortería.

His parents had come to Mexico for work issues, mostly from his father. And his mother, the social relations that gave rise in some food.

what time he left them? He could not remember and may not interest him. In his face was a quiet patient who was waiting to come and pick it up there.

turned around from time to time to see the people go, and occasionally coughing from the smoke of cars that pulled out as if it were the last thing that would make in your life.

kicked a little flat, and smiled every time I saw him.

"No problem" said gap between children's whispers and bowed her head so that he stirred the hair.

Then a tiny bearded fat guy in a tank landed near the light pole, drew from his knapsack a big role and started beating him with a sticky paste that had the container. One poster called on families to have a good day Circus fun at the largest ever set foot in Mexico City. I had images of lions and clowns. Brooklyn

walked around the post. He looked worn, a few pieces stood out and the poster was funny ...

was pushed, a young man with headphones and noticed the attack and, as a blast, Brooklyn returned to his seat. I had to wait for them to be for him. They must realize sooner or later.

"Maybe they have a lot of work. Nothing happens "

gradually began to wring their hands in the orange shirt. Nothing happened. Only had to wait. Wait. A small tin

rolled down the sidewalk and a gum wrapper was ejected in the hands of a woman who clutched a giant bag multicolor. The redhead could make out some bananas and apples with red consistency. Growled the stomach for hours I was there.

The smell of cooked food in that store would open the appetite, not understood to mean "Tortería" but should be something here, as the same thing that there was no park nearby.

He slid to the floor, leaning himself as he could, he wanted to leave and began to glow green eyes reflecting the light.

"Nothing happens. All is well "put his head on the legs, breathing heavily and back spasms appeared moments. The smell was very close. With shock, Brooklyn stopped suddenly, a woman who had a network in your head handed him a plate containing a rare bread.

said Mrs. words not meant handing him a napkin in his hand that remained available. He looked for a while the plate and then the store did not seem a bad person, or your child's mind told him he was not going to happen.

was hungry, so sitting down again, started to give bribes to foreign dish.

A liquid landed on his palate, that essence that gave off in every bite, that piece of ham coming out from the shore, it was delicious. Even in his house had tasted anything so rich, the chef who was, I thought Brooklyn, would not be able to bring out that flavor was beginning to like it, was something different but did not know era.

And some rare drops fell to the bread. I wanted to go home, not wanting to be there. Bit again. His soul was threatening to leave. Another bite. Sighs appeared every time he licked his lip. He heard the lady of the store shouting "Mom" and she gave them a plate with the same bread stuffed with the ham and other spices.

closed his eyes. Everything was fine.

The blue sky was gray. The birds spent from time to time. Chewed his food, did not want to see. I just wanted to eat, not to leave that taste in your mouth. But all good things had to end. He curled up again.

What if your mom could do the same? He had seen the lady to pamper their children. Maybe, if asked that would make this bread as to that person could have the same flavor. Should try.

He blew his nose. Did not want to open my eyes. Seeing parents beside him, relaxing him, but deep down I knew it was a lie. On the table were always distant, little talk and Brooklyn will simply ate what they gave him.

began to relax. Nothing happened. And with the best face he had, with that charming smile, half hiding those green eyes, looked at the plate. That had not happened, had not eaten, had not lost.

got up and went to that store. His footsteps echoed quietly relaxed in that sidewalk, that feeling was lost in the emptiness of the plate. Brooklyn

wanted nothing. Because everything was fine.

Anyway he was not important, so he should go back to where his parents were. He walked several blocks, the same mind told him where they were, the family was predicting things.

The seventh block, someone pulled her hand. It was his father, who finally had found. Brooklyn just smile. Nothing had happened.

For him, nothing ever happens.