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Un día de Diciembre, Ciudad de México
Any given day, december, México city
“c’mon, buy me some gum” - the little kid with weird hair is trying to convince me to buy from him a pack of veryunknow brand of gum, his stained shirt matches with his torned and non very clean pants, and that smile seems more like a face of desperation than happiness. I feel guilty because there’s no worst thingthan feel pity for someone else instead in doing something, understand them or at least blame the all the things that have stolen from all of us the happiness.

“I have a better proposition foryou, I’m gonna buy you a hot dog”.- I said to the little kid. -“ok, cool”- he answers and smiles. The little kid sit down in a bench in front of me and start eating the hot dog. His names is Hilarioand is telling me about this mom and point to a lady selling candies in a stop light. From this bench I can see the building of the national lottery. So much wealth and we always very poor, I said tomyself.

“And what do you want for christmas? Do you wrote a letter to Santa Claus?” – I asked to the kid and because this is real life and not a very bad Christmas season tv ad, Hilario didn’tanswer: “world peace and happiness for all the kids in the world”- Instead he reply.- “Santa Claus is fake, Santa Claus are the dads and moms”
Y que le vas a pedir a los Reyes? , le pregunto al niño.Como esto no es la hora de Chespirito, ni un comercial navideño chafa de Televisa, Hilario no responde que " una torta de jamón " , ni que le gustaría "que todos los niños sean felices" . Encambio, me indica que "los Reyes no existen, son los papás" y me lanza una mirada como diciendo "a poco no sabías?" . No puedo evitar soltar una ligera risa ante el comentario, pero después me doy cuentaque a este niño le han quitado el derecho de las ilusiones, lo obligaron a crecer y madurar antes de tiempo, y en cierta manera me identifico un poco con el.

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