We look behind and under all the little games and plastic tables. We asked the other children, the women who were inside the small playground, even the selling of highly concentrated kiosk that watching television. There was no case: Aldana was not. The mother, on the verge of tears, trying to fix something to blame her husband, a chubby glasses whose priority had ceased to be, finally, bits of pipe he held in his hand.
half hour before the Lord and I had had a brief discussion. "Sir, the boys can not stay alone," but this is not a daycare? "," No sir, are a recreational space, "but I come and go," you can not leave, sir, " "And you, for you then?" for anything, I think, and look the other way.
We do nothing, they told me when I was offered the job for four Sundays. We are there simply handed out the leaflets to draw pictures, give them a plastic helmet, a coupon for parents, an album of figures if they bring a proof of purchase (of course, we have idea where the figurines are sold). Employees, who work six days a week, they hate us.
At least there is air conditioning. After the first Sunday, one discovers a few things: it's good not to wear watch and get the cell to a minimum. It's good to try to get between people, disturbing all the parents with the stupid explanation of the mystery prize of Discovery Kids, it's good to smile at children and see if they have something to say. It's good to see his conduct as he makes some kind of experiment Piaget.
There are only two types of girls: the good girl, you ask nicely a leaf and going to sit quietly at a corner, and bad, that I require the help when it leaves them little flower or complain that this one takes the best crayons. In his mind, I am a simple extension of the nanny or the maid as part of his life. The two, however, draw the same thing: green grass, house, butterfly, cute girl, rainbow, tree, flowers.
Males, by contrast, are much more interesting. Each is very different from the others. They are the quiet, feel silly drawing, which will climb to the tables, which are true with lego waterworks, which they ask you how old are you and if you are married, those who miss their mom, and until you return the leaf to give them to draw and ask you to please make them addition and subtraction.
I'm bored. Especially when my partner (a lady of 27 who does something like revue) will have to go to trial at 5 and a half and I'm alone. I do not feel uncomfortable by his presence and his constant complaints that are still are still three or four. Ordered the layman, by color, size, organize pictures that go left, the pretty, the ugly, which must be disposed of when the end of the day. Filled with false vouchers. Humming the only item on The Cure to sound throughout Julieta Venegas afternoon between and Cristian Castro and try not to hear the metallic voice offering free courses wallpaper or power tools at great prices.
At seven, always full. Children do not bother me too much, except to ask me to tie the laces or peel them stick in the forest. Are many. His parents are around, watching them take pictures with the phone, conversing with them, they are. The cases of parents who complain because they can leave their children alone are sadly numerous. I do not understand. So much bothered playing around with the kids? I mean, it's Sunday, and it is assumed that this is a family outing, perhaps pathetic but it is a solution to end. Some of their children are very interesting, and draw funny things have superheroes. However, it seems that their parents do not like the hours to get rid of them, even for a while.
That happened Aldana's father, who despite my warnings could not stay with her or take her to buy the straw. Five minutes after they had left the young mother appeared with a hydrocephalic child, whom no one could stop looking. The woman, blonde, beautiful, quiet, offered individually colored toys. The little boy and watched. He did not speak, did not respond in any way. The mother was nearly ten minutes until he surrendered. I gave him a coupon, filled it, went hand in hand. A girl told me how bad it was his cousin and a boy told me he was getting hungry, when the chubby Aldana's father returned. His daughter was not, and I was distracted, careless or exceeded by the number of people. Never saw it.
When the mother came in and started yelling at her husband could not stand. I suggested to be called into the microphone, but Aldana has only two years and not understand that they are referring to it. Since almost no speech, nor could it tell anyone that was lost. The only option was talking to security for the look around the shopping and what they did. A two-year-old girl dressed in jeans and pink shoes. Despair.
appeared quite quickly and as they passed, the father and I looked, both filled with guilt. The mother took the little girl did not seem to notice anything.
Amid all the fuss, nine. I keep the helmet, pick up the drawings. I sent two text messages. Nine-fifteen. I put the lego in two clear plastic cubes. Along crayon bits left on the floor. At half past nine everything is clean and close the stand. I forget he wanted to see if Burke was the book in Yenny. I go outside, warm on the way to the bus stop. Elastica sounds in the headphones. At last. Do not think about anything. I have hunger, I have dreams, I have fifty-five pesos more than eight hours ago.
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