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First communion<br />
Prima comunione<br />
I look at my son the day of his<br />
first communion. His surprised look,<br />
curled up on one of the kitchen<br />
chairs, surprised by so much<br />
happiness. My son is seven years old<br />
and he still has his milk teeth that<br />
he flaunts in the most radiant smile<br />
in the world.<br />
It is his day of glory. I watch him<br />
as he flaunts his red bow-tie and I<br />
don’t know why but it makes me<br />
melancholy. The television sends out<br />
its usual commercials, between one<br />
soap opera and another. I don’t have<br />
the strength to change for the<br />
ceremony, his joy is not my joy.<br />
I see myself at his age, but I never<br />
had a ceremony with a red bow at my<br />
neck. There was the revolution and<br />
the only festive outfit was the one<br />
of the military parades on Saturday<br />
morning.<br />
In reality, what I would really like<br />
to do today is to stay here and<br />
watch my soap operas, without lunches<br />
and ceremonies. But I can’t, I owe<br />
it to him. I will get changed, I<br />
will put on make-up and I will<br />
accompany him to the altar. I will<br />
force myself to smile. I don’t know<br />
if I will be able to.<br />
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Guardo il mio bambino il giorno<br />
della sua prima comunione. Lo guardo<br />
sorpresa, rannicchiata su una sedia<br />
della cucina, sorpresa da tanta<br />
felicità. Mio figlio ha sette anni e<br />
ancora i denti da latte, che sfoggia<br />
nel sorriso più radioso del mondo.<br />
E’ il suo giorno di gloria. Lo<br />
guardo mentre sfoggia il suo papillon<br />
rosso e a me, non so perché, fa<br />
tanta malinconia. La televisione<br />
manda i soliti commercials, tra una<br />
telenovela e l’altra. Io non ho la<br />
forza di cambiarmi per la cerimonia,<br />
la sua gioia non è la mia gioia.<br />
Mi rivedo alla sua età, ma io non ho<br />
avuto una cerimonia col fiocco rosso<br />
al collo. C’era la rivoluzione e<br />
l’unico abito della festa era quello<br />
delle parate militari del sabato<br />
mattina.<br />
In realtà, quello che vorrei fare<br />
oggi, sarebbe starmene qui a guardare<br />
le mie telenovelas, senza pranzi e<br />
cerimonie.<br />
Ma non posso, glielo devo. Mi<br />
cambierò, mi truccherò e lo<br />
accompagnerò all’altare. Mi sforzerò<br />
di sorridere. Non so se ci riuscirò.<br />
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