Hombre

Being the only girl among six brothers always kept me in a special box of the family. My brothers had (I still have) affection, but getting pretty heavy when I made jokes about the insularity of mywomanhood. These jokes were exchanged, of which I was usually addressed, but soon repented, especially when I missed to mourn, helpless, and I caressed or kissed me or told me: But, Mercedes, do youever learn not take seriously?
My brothers had many friends, among them Dionysius and Juanjo, who were friendly and treated me with affection, as if I were a younger sister. But there was Renato, thatbothered me all I could, but without ever reaching the final repentance of my brothers. I hated it, without any discount, and was aware that my hatred was mutual.
When I became a girl, my parents letme go to parties and dances, but only if I go with my brothers. They fulfilled their mission cancerbera liberally, and that once I introduced them and the revelry, everyone enjoyed yourself and weonly saw them again when they came to pick me back home.
His friends sometimes come with us, and girls with their more or less tangled. I also had my friends, but deep Dionysius would have preferred,especially Juanjo, I looked gorgeous, me out to dance and I even did some "dishonest proposition." But to them I was still the little girl forever, and that despite my small breasts rising and mywaist, maybe it was a wasp, but the queen bee. Renato was attending these meetings recently, and when he did, and we looked. The mutual animosity remained.
In the carnival of 1958 all dressed up withcare, thanks to the spontaneous collaboration of mother and especially Aunt Ramona, who was a dressmaker. So my brothers were, in order of age: a musketeer, a pirate, a parish priest, a Martian and afencer. I was Cleopatra, and in case anyone did not realize at first sight, whom he represented, had a plastic snake around me neck. I know the story tells of an asp, but in the absence of the asp, the...