April 27, 2020-
There were once two children, who were the best of friends. The first lived in a large house, was given all manner of toys and games, had a Nanny and was rarely disciplined-except for when his mother told him how stupid he was.
He was, in fact, rather impetuous, would hit adults and call other kids names. His mother just told him that was very STUPID. His father, rather aloof, was also seldom in his life. Dear old Dad taught the boy how to golf and how to get the drop on other people. His Nanny was kind to him, and taught him to pray to Jesus, so to the extent he listened, it was mainly to her.
The other child was the Nanny’s own daughter. Since the boy was not allowed out of the compound, she was his closest companion and saw goodness in him. She lived with her mother in a small cottage, on the mansion grounds. The boy was forbidden by his parents from going over to the servants’ quarters, but the girl could play board games and do her homework in one of the family rooms of the Main House.
As they got older, the boy was given to a sort of rebellion, as many children are, when going through adolescence. His tantrums both got worse and resulted in his mother taking a belt or a broom to his derriere, nearly on a daily basis.
The Nanny objected to this treatment, and after several protests, she was fired. Father explained to the bewildered son: “This is what you do, when underlings disobey. You tell them they are fired.” Of course, this meant that his friend, his sole reliable companion, was also gone-never to return. Truth be known, they were becoming more than friends. The dismissal happened, a few days after an afternoon of casual exploration, in the woods behind the cottage. Boy was convinced it was more than just his Nanny’s protests that caused the rupture in his life.
So, a few days later, the boy crawled over the wall to his compound, knapsack in hand, and made his way to the address which his friend had written on a napkin, which was also filled with her dried tears. Her mother was not at home, having found work in a factory down the street from their new residence. The girl was elated to see her best friend, and so the casual exploration continued.
Boy never went back to his parents’ house, and not surprisingly, they never bothered to look for him. They never got to know their three grandchildren, who called the Nanny “Abuela”.
(Any relation between the characters in this story and real people, is purely coincidental.)