Fatima: The Final Secret. Juan Moisés De La Serna
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Название: Fatima: The Final Secret

Автор: Juan Moisés De La Serna

Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.

Жанр: Зарубежная фантастика

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isbn: 9788835400011

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      “Oh good,” he said, “rather, it’s you who is like me, because I was born first and you were born after me.”

      Well, he told me that he had also been an atheist, I was very surprised.

      “But Gramps, I’ve seen you go to church on Sundays with Grandma,” I said without being able to restrain myself, even though I knew that he did not like to be interrupted. He always told us, “It’s bad manners to interrupt someone when they’re talking.”

      He told me very seriously:

      “Listen, if you’ll keep quiet and not interrupt me, you already know that I don’t like that, I’ll tell you about it, otherwise the one who’ll keep quiet will be me.”

      “Sorry!” I offered, “I won’t interrupt you anymore,” so I listened to him for the entire time he was speaking, quiet and attentive to everything he told me.

      He told me that, like many of his friends, he’d been an atheist in his youth, that he did not see eye to eye with the priests nor did he believe in what they were saying and that he was always fighting with those he knew in defense of his ideas, but something happened in his life that made him change.

      I really wanted to interrupt him to ask him what it was, but I held back and sat there by his side listening.

      “I met an angel,” he said suddenly.

      I must have opened my eyes wide.

      “Careful, they’re going to come out of their sockets,” he said with a smile. “Well, as I was saying, almost an angel, your grandmother.”

      I took a deep breath.

      “Yes, you don’t believe it, I know what you’re thinking, but she was straightening out my life, and making me see how wrong I was. She never gave me big sermons, or forced me into anything, she just set me an example, gave me understanding and affection, and that gradually made me reflect and see that my position was incorrect, that I had the wrong ideas and I changed them as things were becoming clearer in my mind.”

      He paused in thought for a moment, and then continued.

      “She changed me! It was like I was a sock and she had turned me inside out. I’m not saying I became sanctimonious or anything. No, that’s not me, but she made a new man out of me. I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that.”

      “Do you love me Manu?” he asked me suddenly.

      I was unsure of whether or not to answer him or if he would scold me for interrupting.

      “Answer the question son!” said Dad, who was sitting there quietly beside me.

      “Of course Grandpa! I don’t imagine you doubt that,” I told him softly so he wouldn’t get annoyed.

      “Well, God loves you like that,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.

      “Whaaat? If God doesn’t know me, how is he going to love me?” I said bewildered.

      “How can that be? How do you know that?” my grandfather asked me.

      “I don’t know, that’s what I’ve asked myself many times, if God really exists.”

      “Of course He does son, and He’s like a patient Father who’s there looking after His children, even if they don’t realize it.”

      He was telling me in a way that, I don’t know… that was so sweet. I had never heard my grandfather speak that way before.

      “But how do you know, Grandpa?” I asked curious.

      “Look, the little one doesn’t know if his father is next to the crib, but haven’t you seen your father when Chelito was little? He would go over to put on her little baby clothes.”

      “Yes, of course, Dad would stand there and watch her, very quietly, I think so as not to wake her up.”

      “Well, imagine your father being nothing more than a man and taking care of his little daughter, and surely inside he was thinking and saying, ‘Little one, be at peace, I’m here and nothing’s going to happen to you.’”

      “Yes, he’d say something like that, because I would approach slowly to see her and my father wouldn’t see me because I was hidden behind him, but I would hear him saying things like that, and I would also say, ‘And I’m going to take care of you too,’ but I would say it very quietly so that Dad wouldn’t realize I was there.”

      “You see? We all have feelings inside us that make us love others. Sometimes siblings, sometimes grandparents,” he was telling me.

      “Yes, and parents too,” I said, interrupting him.

      “Of course, parents too, because if God has created us in His own image, how is He not going to love us?” he asked me softly, as if he were reflecting upon it himself.

      “But Grandpa…” I began to say.

      “No, Manu, I want you to think about all of this, I don’t want to convince you of anything, just to tell you that He loves you and cares for you, even if you don’t know who He is, or where He is.”

      The conversation ended and my father said:

      “Thanks Dad, I couldn’t have done it that well, he wouldn’t have listened to me.”

      “I know son! Children don’t listen to their parents, that’s a generational thing, it’s no one’s fault, but relax, the seed has been sown, it’ll blossom in the spring.”

      “What are you talking about Grandpa?” I said, because I didn’t understand anything. “What does a seed have to do with all that?”

      “You pipe down, you want to know everything. This is between your father and me.” He did not say any more and then exclaimed: “Here comes your grandmother!”

      At that moment, we heard the key in the lock and I made my way quickly to the door. In truth, my intention was to hide and give her a scare, but when I got there I told myself, “No! It might be bad for her,” and before she came in I said:

      “Grandma, what are you doing outside your own house?”

      She finished opening the door and said:

      “What are you doing here? What a surprise!” I wrapped my arms around her neck and told her:

      “I love you so much Nana!”

      “Charmer!” she said smiling. “You’ve come to have a snack, right? Just give me a minute to change my shoes, and put on my slippers, my feet are frozen.”

      After a while, now that “she had gotten comfortable,” as she put it, in her housecoat, which according to her was “warmer than her actual coat,” she went into the kitchen and in no time at all, she brought me one of those delicious sandwiches that she used to make me on cold days. Then she brought me an omelet which she had “Stumbled across,” as she liked to claim, with little chunks of chorizo through it, which were so delicious, and then СКАЧАТЬ