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**62. Transfers and changes of Life.**

Amethyst had to wait to buy a motorcycle. In effect, the idea of Diamond to be able to control her so that she did not risk excessively was good. She seemed to have lost interest in having to face the idea of getting the license, but soon she had another passion to replace the speed. Since she was a child she had stood out because she had a very beautiful voice, her singing was very good. In addition, being as she was very attractive, with blond hair pulling honey, big violet eyes and a funny mole on her right cheek that made her very sexy, she was an unrivaled claim. So some friends from the Lyceum offered her the possibility of joining them as a vocalist in a musical group. As expected, Emerald did not agree with the idea. She feared that her daughter would give up in her performance at studies, this made them collide once more.

-But mom! - Amatista protested with tone between incredulous and indignant. - If all my friends are going to be part of the group. - And she listed them as if that was an argument of irrefutable weight. - Ivette, Jean Luck and François. They had their parents’ permission without any fault.

-But it happens that your mother, who is me. - Emerald replied without flinching and remarking enough the tone in this last word - does not allow you, for the simple reason that later you will not concentrate on your studies. And I do not give a damn about what your friends do.

-But I've never failed anything. - The girl assured in her defense. - Besides, I would not stop studying, mom.

-Yes, that's what you say now.- Her mother replied with crossed arms and with an inflexible air - but then you will start with the rehearsals and you will want to compose songs and later you will go to sing them out there in nightclubs and discos.

-You are not fair! - Amethyst reproached her very upset - it's always the same thing, to go to a fashion show I never lack time, right? ..

-That will be much more useful to you. - Emerald affirmed, explaining it with total conviction. - You can meet influential people of high society.

-I do not want to go to see a squalid gang of silly girls wearing suits.- The girl replied with a mixture of disdain and discomfort.-

Of course, her mother was very upset about that. So she replied in an indignant tone.

- Measure your words, young lady! I have been model. And the girls who work for me are all professionals, responsible and they work very hard, all of them! I do not allow you to talk about them like that. Do you hear me?

Amethyst was flattened, she had gone too far, of course. The truth is that she hated those things. She never liked her mother's profession and she judged that these models were just shallow, stupid, object women who were only there for men to look at them wearing the most ridiculous clothes. Although of course, she would not dare to say it out loud in front of her progenitor. Fortunately, she had no need to reply. The sound of the door opening was like the bell at the end of the assault. Diamond made his appearance and the girl just saw him hugged him and said in the most pitiful voice she could put.

-Dad. - She looked at him pleadingly and pressed her lips in a plaintive attitude like she used to do in those cases to ask. - Truly you will allow me?

- Allow you what, daughter? - In turn asked him, who looked at Amethyst and then at the angry face of his own wife. He doesn´t understand anything, but fearing a new dispute. - Do not tell me, let me guess. You and your mother are arguing again.

-Sit down and listen to your daughter's new whim, - Emerald asked almost with a commanding voice. - Now she wants to be a singer! – The fashion designer revealed herself with her hands on her hips. -

- Is that true, honey? - He wanted to know, as he fears a good raw was about to start this time. –

-That's not bad, dad,- the girl answered. - Also, I would be with high school classmates and I would continue studying the same, I promise.

-Well, he declared conciliatorily, trying to settle the issue as soon as possible. - In that case I do not see anything bad in you singing.

-But Diamond! - His wife shouted, holding her hands to her head. - How can you let yourself be convinced with that ease? I cannot believe it! Everything Amethyst asks you, goes. You are spoiling her, can´t you see it!

-But Emerald, - her husband shrugged, shrugging. - What's wrong with that? I think it will be a nice experience, and you've heard her, she will not stop studying.

- And you believe her, right? - His visibly irritated wife reproached him, accompanying her next words with theatrical gestures like raising her arms to the sky. - You really believe everything she tells you! If one day she wanted to throw herself into a well, she would argue it in such a way that it would seem wonderful to you. - That said, there was a tense and expectant silence until Emerald herself stood, sentencing her arms crossed. - Enough, I refuse to discuss more, she will not sing and  she will not sing! If  she likes singing that much, she can do it in the shower.

Her daughter opened her mouth as if she wanted to reply and the words did not come out when she felt totally stupefied. She seemed to have listened to the greatest injustice in the world, and this is what she said in a moment after this studied gesture.

- That's not fair mom, dad does let me! He understands me. Why do you always have to try to annoy me? ...- Amethyst screeched very angry. -

- Do not raise my voice to me, I am your mother! – Emerald retorted with visible anger. -

-Of course, you are only my mother to forbid things to me. But then you go and leave me in the boarding school and you forget me, right? - The girl said in turn, showing outrage at this situation. -

Her interlocutor fitted the reproach quite badly, and visibly hurt, censured her in turn.

-I have my job and my responsibilities. In case you do not know, both your father and I work very hard to give you all the whims you ask us.

- Enough already! - Diamond intervened really irritated. - I do not want to hear you anymore. Amethyst, what you said to your mother is not right, so apologize.

-But why it is always my fault? - The girl complained, pouting and adding with a good dose of impotence and regret. - I just want to have friends so I'm not always alone there.

Diamond looked up at the ceiling without knowing what to do. His wife was also very angry and before he could say anything, he snapped.

- Do what you want, as usual at the end of the day, the girl will have to get away with it.

  And without more, she left the dining room furious, slamming the door to settle the dispute.

-Wait, Emerald is not necessary that you take it that way. Let's calm down, - her husband asked her, going after her. -

He caught up with his wife in the hall, about to leave the house. The former model breathed with agitation.

-C'mon darling. - He asked her to pose his hands on her shoulders. - You have to calm down.

- Is it that you have not heard what she has told me? - The respondent could answer by turning to face her husband. -

Diamond was surprised to see tears in her wife's eyes, he immediately took out a handkerchief and wiped them affirming with a more conciliatory and calm tone.

-But Emerald. It's not for you to take it like that.

-No?- She said almost between sobs. - That my own daughter accuses me of being a bad mother, do you think it's nice for me?

- She has not said that. - Her husband whispered softly. -

-She said I left her abandoned at the boarding school! - She sighed trying to calm down but unable to avoid more tears. - You know it's not true! I ... I could never stand seeing her face when she was a child and crying asking me not to leave her there. But ... I had to do it ... work, my actions as a Wind Lady ... What could I do? ...- She ended up collapsing in tears. -

Diamond hugged her really sorry. His wife suffered a lot for that. And her daughter's reproaches really hurt her more than at first sight could seem.

-I'm as guilty as you could be. - He said affectionately. - Do not punish yourself for it.

-But she will never tell you. - Emerald sobbed her voice now with bitterness and a certain reproach. -You are her understanding and kind father. You are always there to say yes. That is the difference with her cruel and repressive mother.

-You're right. Sorry honey. - He excused himself with a long sigh to add. - But this time I do not think it's so terrible. If we have her word that she will study, we can at least give her a vote of confidence. If she does not cope, we immediately remove her from that.

- It's okay. I'm tired of always being the bad one in the story. I already had enough in my other life ... - Her wife who dried her tears trying to recompose her makeup and her dignity, gave up.- I do not want even my daughter to think that I am a monster without a heart.

Diamond smiled tenderly and after a light kiss on the lips of her wife, he whispered with all the affection he could.

-Nobody believes that. Do not hurt yourself so much. I know that our daughter loves us. I do not ignore how important she is to you. And what you mean to her. Trust me. You have done your best. You are the best mother she could have had.

- Thanks sweetie. - She could smile at last, feeling much better. - Really, thank you ... you do not know  I appreciate to hear you say that.

Amethyst on the other hand had waited a few moments, wiped her tears and made the V with her fingers. She listened to part of the discussion from afar. Although she did not understand what her parents were saying, she knew that in such situations her mother would eventually give in and now it was the turn for  a hot-cloth policy. Anyway, she was not foolish enough to suspect that her words had made her feel very bad, even hurt. Maybe it had gone a bit so far. It was necessary to reconcile with her. Surely her father would be trying to calm her at that very moment. So, she would wait a while longer and as soon as there was a sign that everything had calmed down she would be much more submissive and conciliatory ...

-Yes, this time I've gone too far.- She sighed, almost censoring herself for it while meditating by way of justification.- It's that I have a lot of personality ... and when I get angry I cannot control myself.

That's how it was since she began to stay alone at boarding school. At first to defend herself against the older girls. Some of her were good to her, but others were true dictators. Amethyst never stooped to go along with them or obey them, and that cost her a few hits. But she was not a snitch to report them to any teacher and she also learned early to defend herself. As if that weren't enough, she grew up fast and pretty. Soon those little girls took care of her very and very much from messing with her, at the risk of failing very badly. Fortunately, those things remained among the interns and the teachers did not realize it. She also didn't want her parents to think of her as a bully. Nothing is further from reality. Despite being irascible and very competitive at times, she would never mess with someone weaker. And less after what happened she would do a few months with the girl who had been her best friend there.

-At least my parents have forgotten. Even though I can't myself. None of us wanted to get there. -She told herself quite dismayed. - Well, I'll try to be more careful from now on. -She promised herself to settle that painful issue.-

Fortunately for them, Roy and Beruche did not have those problems with Leval, he was almost perfect in all aspects. Maybe something innocent, but the pride of their parents. With Kerria it was not that easy, one day a note from the school arrived warning that the girl had not attended the last three algebra classes. Beruche approached the institute of the girl and discovered that she had not frequented French classes lately either. This had not been reported as the girl brought justified note of their parents, (obviously falsified). When Bertie found out she got very angry. But above all she was afraid of Roy's reaction, he was not so cold and bursting with more violence, even if it was like a balloon that would deflate shortly. His wife knew that he adored his daughter and was unable to be angry with her for a long time. However, he was very crude in his reactions and that had to be channeled in a different way. She, on the other hand, was able to fit her with apparent calm and then take care of the matter when her daughter might think she had forgotten. In addition, there was the seriousness of this action, if discovered by the authorities of the center, could be constitutive of expulsion and of being included in the girl's academic record for life. Which would mean closing the doors to any important University in the future.

-OMG! What was this child thinking about? - Bertie sighed as she meditated on everything and saw, then her husband arrive. She did not want to put that situation off, and told him what happened.

Sure enough, when her husband found out, he got even more angry than she thought. Oblivious to all this, the girl was back home with her brother and a friend of Leval, a certain Ryan, tall and dark haired, rather handsome, who had noticed her since entering high school that year.

-Hello Kerria. - Saluted full of sweetened kindness. - How happy I am to see you.

-Hi Ryan, - she said without the same enthusiasm. – I didn´t know that you also come here.

-The truth is that I was accompanying your brother. - He replied -, as we come to train together.

-Yes, today we had a session of weights. - Leval explained. -

-Interesting! - Kerria said ironically, addressing Ryan in the same way. - But do not bother, man, then you'll have a long way to your house.

-It's not a nuisance at all. - He said quickly, realizing that the girl was carrying a few books he offered to take them away. – May I help you?

-No thanks. - She refused, discreetly leaving the boy. - They do not weigh me at all.

-Excuse me a moment. - Leval asked them that he had seen a girl in his class with whom he was trying to date. - Right now I'm coming back ...

He went away to intercept her and from the distance Kerria saw him talking to her, she smiled because his brother did not have bad taste. The girl was very pretty, she knew who she was,  her name was Lorna she was in her last year. Kerria had seen her sometimes in the locker room and had noticed ...

- They make a good couple, right? - Ryan intervened pulling her out of these thoughts. -

-What? Oh yeah! , of course, - she agreed almost without realizing it. -

- Maybe Leval is with her, he wanted to invite her to the movies this Wednesday, but that girl is hard to convince. She is very distrustful, She believes that boys always go to the same.

-I cannot blame her. - Kerria smiled with malice. -

-But your brother is not like that, you know.-

She nodded, of that she was sure. She would say that she even sinned the other way around. Leval was so chivalrous and transparent that she couldn't imagine him trying to take advantage of any girl.

-Even Debbie told me. - Kerria thought. - "Your brother is a very nice boy" and for her to say it, it really is something to highlight.

Her classmate, who had arrived at the beginning of the year, of course she did not shy away from telling her what she thought. That's how it was from the first day they met.

-It's one of the things I like about her. - The girl said to herself. - It's the most direct. And she sees what hardly anyone can see

Then, and taking her out of those reflections, she got the next round when Ryan added something dubiously.

- I thought that if they were two couples, that girl would accept. Would you like to come with me and with them?

-To the cinema?- The girl asked, almost incredulous that the guy was so bold to invite her. -US?

-Yeah right. Leval is proposing it now.- He replied.-

-I don’t know. - The girl answered in an elusive way apologizing immediately. - I have plans for Wednesday.

-Let's go Kerria. Would not you do it for your brother? - He insisted as if he wanted to imply that he did it out of pure altruism towards Leval. - So we could help him.

What was she missing! Did that guy think she was stupid? She had to sigh and think for a moment to see how can she came out of that trap.

-Let us wait to see what that girl says.- Kerria replied intelligently.-

Meanwhile, her brother finished talking, said goodbye apparently animated and returned with them smiling.

-How was it? - Ryan asked with visible expectation. -

-Great, she told me that she will go to the cinema with me! - The interpellated exclaimed more than happy. -

-How good! - Kerria intervened winning by the hand to Ryan when she declared relieved. - Then you can go both alone, so nobody will bother you.

-You are right. – Leval admitted surprised, asking next. - But, what you mean?

-I had told your sister we could go all four to avoid her having suspicions. - Ryan explained grimly when he knew he was defeated. -

-We could go all four anyway, Lorna will not mind, what is more. It would even seem better. - Leval agreed when he realized the matter. - With another girl she will feel more confident ...

-But the thing is that I already have my plans.- His sister said sharply and added carefree.- But I am sure that some other of your course girl mates would be happy to accompany you.

-I suppose so.- Ryan muttered, throwing the towel before the inevitable. -

Kerria smiled encouragingly and even more relieved, really the boy was not bad, even if he was not her type. In any case, she was quite tired of the oppressiveness to which he subjected her, always with the excuse of accompanying Leval. Causally, (not coincidentally), when she was also heading home. But now she knew that she had stopped his feet and that this rejection would have its effect. Surely he would not insist on it in a long time. So with the satisfaction of that victory added with a better mood.

-Well, if you do not mind I'm going ahead to go home, I have to call and my cell phone is without a battery.- So she said goodbye and pressed the pace. -

Both boys watched her go, Ryan exhaled a long and resigned breath and told Leval.

- I have it difficult with your sister, right?

His friend looked at him feeling sorry for him, but it was not worth giving him false hopes, so he answered with sincerity and solidarity in spite of himself.

- I'm not going to cheat you. With Kerria, you haven´t stand a chance!

-Is it that she have a boyfriend?

He asked very questioningly, surely it would not be surprising that a beauty like her had one or maybe she was already fooling around with another boy.

- I guess it's normal.- Ryan said.-

- She has nobody, as far as I know , but she may already be interested in someone. – Leval guessed in the same way. - Anyway, I do not worry much about my sister's love life. - He smiled adding more spirited and jovial tone to his demoralized companion. - I'll try to find out, it's the only thing I can promise you.

Ryan nodded gratefully and walked away, thinking that it would not take long to see Kerria hanging on the arm of some idiot with luck and a good car. Leval on the other hand stepped up and reached his sister who, as he imagined, should not be in such a hurry because she was waiting for him a few meters away.

-Hey, Ky, - he inquired, with a fake insightful tone. – You don´t like Ryan too much, huh?

-It's your friend and I like him, he is not a bad guy. - She told him with politeness. -

-The poor lad is crazy for you. - His interlocutor smiled, deciding that it would be better to make things clear and added in an accomplice manner. - Could not you give him a chance? He is a good boy. Or is that you already have someone in perspective.

-Something like that, -Kerria said, with a faint smile, to add with as much diplomacy as she could in her voice. - And do not get me wrong Leval, he is a nice guy, however he is a bit annoying

-What can we do. I cannot blame him, at least you will admit that he has good taste! - The boy laugh giving the subject finished. – I think you can give him that.

His sister also laughed. She certainly was not going to deny it. So she grabbed Leval's arm and joked jovially.

-With a boy like you, why do I want anybody else? They cannot be compared to you! - Her brother nodded visibly amused and she added now curiously. - And you cannot complain either, you're going out with a very pretty girl. It is not like this?

-Lorna. Yes, She is fine, although I hope it's also a girl with hobbies similar to mines. - The now bewildered boy replied. -

Kerria sighed shaking her head. That was really difficult. With a boy focused on his dreams of becoming a pilot, of navigating through space and things like that. So devoted to his preparation and as passionate about the theme of the stars as his elder brother was. Since she was a little girl she remembered how Leval spent a lot of time looking at the night sky. He knew the names of many stars and on clear summer nights he had even taught some of them to her. At that time, she found that fascinating and her older brother was her hero. Kerria thought that he knew everything, that he was the best in all things, like her father, like her own mother, so good in their respective fields. She herself felt small at his side and much more when he told her how big the space was and what it would take only to go to the nearest planet. Anyway, she would give anything to find someone like that one day, someone who knew how to transmit that passion for something. Well, now she was hardly motivated by anything she did in high school. It was always the same thing! Vain Girls waiting to  catch  a handsome guy or sluggish intellectuals who only knew about studying. And the other way around, guys eager to get a hand or something more to any attractive girl. Like that Ryan, who, although seemed genuinely interested in her. He would also be crazy about getting something Kerria was not willing to give him in any way. Luckily, at the beginning of this course I had met Debbie who did not swallow that much either. That girl had come from the west, because of a transfer from her parents. At first she remembered seeing her alone, almost always dressed in black, at least when she was wearing jackets or she was out of school, since it was compulsory for her, like the rest of her, to wear her uniform. It was precisely one day, a few weeks after her classes had started, when Kerria saw her after entering her locker room.

- Damn it! - that young woman exclaimed, punching her locker. -

- Is there something wrong? Kerria asked kindly, looking at her with concern. -

There was that young woman, with that black suit, and that gothic skirt, matching boots and very dense makeup. She certainly had the face of not being too happy. And she so she manifested it herself.

- Not happy enough with sending me to this posh shit place, my parents have forgotten that I needed a spare uniform!

-Wow. Don't have yours? Kerria asked, ignoring that offensive comment about her school. -

-I left it in the laundry room. - That girl answered, looking at her with a mixture of irritation and annoyance. - And I can't pick it up until tomorrow. And if some of the teachers see me dressed like this, I'll earn a reprimand. I don't want my parents to be reported.

-Okay, do not worry. - Kerria encouraged - I have a skirt and a blouse in my locker. As spare clothing. You know, by the time we come with the sports outfit. I can lend them to you. At least you'll get out of trouble.

That girl's angry expression softened, smiling weakly, she even lowered her gaze and whispered.

-Thanks…

-Kerria Lorein Malden. -She introduced herself, offering her hand. -

-Deborah Hunter. -The interlocutor replied, shaking it to declare grateful.- You save my life. I have already been kicked out of some schools and I don't want to be expelled again.

Of course, Kerria did not want to ask the reason for that, she just opened her locker and left those clothes to her partner who, relieved, she commented.

-At least I have my shoes here.

-Tell me something. Why don't you come with the uniform already? -She wanted to know her conversation, qualifying immediately.- I don't mean today. It's that I've seen you on other days and you always come dressed like this.

Debbie smiled, almost like she would have been pleased to hear that. And she had no qualms about answering.

-I hate these posh and bland clothes. No offense. - She added right away. -

-Do not worry. It's not exactly that I love it either, but you know, it's the school uniform. - Kerria smiled even amused. -

-You are nice. - Debbie affirmed. - At least, you don't look at me like most of those who study here. They must think I'm a weirdo. Well, -she admitted even amused. - Maybe it is true.

-Each one is as he or she has to be or how wants to be. - The interlocutor of her answered categorically. - And I think you're a nice girl too. Tell me, don't you have friends around here?

-Not many, to tell the truth, I hardly talk to people. -She admitted that girl as she approached the mirror and removed her makeup. -

Kerria saw that she certainly was pretty, she had pretty blue eyes and really gorgeous black hair that shone like silk. She thought it was a lot prettier than hers.

-The black suits you very well. -She complimented her. - You look very pretty.

Debbie looked at her between surprised and visibly pleased, and was quick to affirm in turn.

-You are beautiful. This uniform doesn't do you justice. I see you more with chiffon dresses.

- Are you kidding me? - Kerria laughed halfway between blush and joke. - I prefer to go with jeans and sneakers.

Deborah laughed too and that made her even more attractive. In fact, she Kerria realized that, until that moment, she had not seen her laugh. The poor thing she must be having a hard time, without having been able to make friends. That's why she suggested her.

-If one day you want to meet to go there. Call me. -She proposed to him with carefree. -

- Wow! - Commented a puzzled Debbie, adding with a honeyed tone and even fun. - You do not waste your time.

-Well, you know. As friends. - The now bewildered girl clarified. -

-OK right. Sighed her partner who had taken off her clothes and put on Kerria's blouse and skirt. She gave the impression that she was going to comment something else on that proposal, although instead she said something stiff. - I think your clothes fit me a bit too big. You are taller than me. You must be over one meter and seventy centimeters.

And so it was, indeed Kerria was a few inches taller, although Deborah was not exactly short. She was tall in turn for a girl.

- Meter seventy? How much is that? - The young woman wanted to know. -

-About five feet six or seven inches more or less. - Deborah clarified, manifesting. - I like more to use the metric decimal system that they use in Europe. I don't know how we can be guided by such a medieval and imprecise way of measuring.

-I thought that, if you liked the Gothic, you would love that era. -Commented naively her interlocutor. -

-One thing does not mean the other. The old has its charm, but I am a practical girl. Smiled Debbie who, after putting on that borrowed uniform, smiled once more, gathered her long brown hair into a ponytail and said. - Go…

And Kerria followed her. They chatted a bit until they entered the classroom sitting in their respective places. Then they hardly saw each other that day, since Kerria had her group of friends and acquaintances. However, since then the two began to meet to see each other outside of classes. The truth is that her friends began to tell her not to hang out with that girl a lot. What if she looked like a freak, or that she would get him in trouble. To which she invariably replied that she was not bad at all and not to be carried away by appearances. Although, outside of her dealings with Kerria herself, Debbie didn't usually talk much to the rest of her. And she realized that this girl was someone she could go out with, skip some classes, and do other more interesting things. She really she was feeling somewhat confused. Kerria did not fit in much with the standards of her school, and on many occasions not even those of her best friends and he had a need to clarify her ideas. But, yes, whenever she was with her brother she felt safe.

-In fact, I know that many of the girls who greet me and are kind to me, especially the older ones, all they want is for me to introduce them to Leval. -She said with resignation. -

However, she couldn't count on him to express what was on her mind. No matter how good a boy was to her, she was convinced that he could not understand her. It wasn't his fault, he was just a man. That girl would be like telling a statue, and talking about decorative objects. The young woman doubted that Lorna, who was one of the cheerleaders, whose hollow head knew only fashions, gossip and fun, could satisfy her brother's longings. She would surely date him because he was the best athlete in high school and all the girls raffled him off. But why disappoint him with the sad truth! He would find out sooner or later.

-Well, I'm hungry already. - The boy commented.-

-You are always hungry. Your belly is a black hole of those! - Her sister answered almost accusatory tone, but nevertheless, fun. - It does not have an end…

-Yes! - he admitted jokingly taking a hand to the neck and making his interlocutor laugh.- I'll try at least to fill it for a while ...

Leval, of course, was happy, after all Lorna had accepted with eagerness. Or it could be that he expected it. The boy was not unaware that this girl had directed many scrutinizing glances to him at basketball games or while he was swimming. And that she stayed at a short distance watching if he yielded or not to the insistence of other girls. But none of the others interested him too much. Or they were his sister's age. (Girls just waiting to talk about this or that actor or fashion rocker and trying to get into the excessively made up nightclubs.) Or they only pretended to boast of having gone out with him. And his father already told him using one of his sports similes. Beware of those, they will only use you to count one more trophy in their showcases. Although with Lorna he was sure that the thing was going to be different. And each one absorbed in his thoughts, the brothers came home. Leval went up to his room quietly but when Kerria was going to do the same, her father called her. He was waiting in the living room with Kerria´s mother trying to appease him.

-Please, be calm - she asked him with concern. – We know she has crossed the line, but still, we have to act with serenity.

-But this time she has gone too far. - He responded quite irritated. - She's going to hear me!

-Please, do not be too hard on her. - Beruche asked him worried and more informed by virtue of her own experience as an educator. - She's just a girl and she's in a difficult phase.

- You're right. I will try to make him understand that she cannot continue with that attitude - Roy added more calmly. -

That's when Kerria arrived, after having gone up to leave her books, came down from her room.

-Yes? What do you want, dad? - she asked really uncomprehending. -

-This is what I want! - Roy responded.-

And he did it not so restrained with what he should have, displaying the papers in his right hand which produced in the girl an involuntary start of surprise and the subsequent feeling that she could be preparing for a good one, more so when her father demanded.

- You are going to explain to your mother and me right now what all this means and this time I do not want you to make excuses of any kind.

-That's right, daughter. - Beruche agreed with a serious gesture - this is very serious and you know it. You have skipped several classes, which is wrong, although you might still have a pass. But what is worse, you have also forged proof of absence with our signatures. And that is unforgivable!

- Yes, Kerria. - Beruche agreed with a serious gesture - this is very serious and you know it. You have skipped several classes, which is wrong, although I could still excuse. But what is worse, you have also falsified absentee documents with our signatures. And that is unforgivable!

-Mom, Dad. - She replied that she seemed surprised although in reality she was desperately trying to spin some kind of excuse cause she really had not thought that  she could be discovered. - There have only been three classes of algebra and that was why I had to do a science job. As for the French classes, I hate them, and you, Daddy, told me that when you did not like a class in college, you did not go.

-Look, daughter. - Roy replied, trying to be patient and cursing himself for having entrusted the girl with similar events of his youth. - The university is one thing and the school or the institute another very different. I never… do you hear me? I never missed class in my school days. That was different and if I ever went to college it was for justified reasons. Your mother can tell you.

The aforementioned decided not to comment on some of the stories that her husband told her he had before she and Cooan arrived at the Golden. He would go on parties and then he was stunned in the morning, but when Bertie met him he did not do that anymore. Well, barely. Most of the time he was only missing classes when he had to deal with demons and, of course, on the occasion when he was controlled by Armageddon or the tragic time he was killed by that other terrible devil. But she could say that.

-Your father is right, Kerria. - Corroborated finally Bertie with more deliberate tone -, you should not have done that. It's not good at all, and it's a very bad precedent. Not only for you, but for the reputation of our entire family. You put us all in question.

The girl was completely disarmed and trapped by the evidence. Before that it was useless, not to say counterproductive, to try to deny anything and to fight. So she surrendered so unconditionally. She would do as in the trials, she will admit the fault awaiting a benevolent sentence. So she averted her eyes and intoned an apology full of regret, appealing to paternal mercy.

-You're right, I'm so sorry. I shouldn´t have done it.

-That's fine. - Roy said with approval - (Good sign without a doubt, until he added) - It is important that you recognize that you have made a mistake. But, feeling it a lot, you will be punished all this week without leaving out.

The deck had fallen and the case was closed, now it was turn for the appellation.

-Papa, please- the girl asked with a mute plea in her eyes. - I had an appointment with my friends.

-I am sorry. - The speaker replied inflexibly - you should have thought about it before. So, in the future I trust that you will be more sensible. - And having said that he left the room. -

The disarmed Kerria tried to look for some benevolence in her mother.

-Please mom, tell dad not to punish me. Not today! I had an appointment to leave, ...

-I cannot do anything, daughter, your father is right and I still think he's been very soft on you. Do not you know what you've done? - Beruche reproached her now more gently. -

-Yes mom, but I said I was sorry. - The young girl answered with a babble, on the verge of crying, nor did she think it was too much and said so. - It's only been a couple of permits ...

Although her mother shook her head and spoke, to declare with patient resignation.

-No, daughter, maybe you know but you still do not understand. Falsifying permits is illegal, you could be expelled from the institute for that. And it would be forever in your academic record. It would close many doors for you in the future. You should thank that it was me, and not your teacher or the director, who  have discovered it.

The girl nodded completely defeated, prepared to go up to her room accepting the punishment. However, her mother was not yet finished and she stopped her, asking her with the concern reflected on her face.

- Daughter, your father is a man and you can hide him many things behind those tears,  but I am a woman and I am your mother. I know there is something else that you have not told us. Why have you missed class so much?

Kerria felt how the scrutinizing eyes of her mother would take away the truth. She refused to confront them until Beruche claimed her attention with a more urgent and severe tone.

-Kerria Lorein Malden! - Bertie always called her by her full name when she was disgusted with her or wanted to be more serious, without ever losing that poise that was really what her daughter feared most. - Look at me when I am talking  to you and answer.

-I, is that well ... I've met someone.- The girl could say with a doubtful tone of voice. -

-Oh daughter! Do not tell me you've been with a boy. You have not done anything that you should regret, right? - Her interlocutor inquired, now visibly alarmed. -

-Oh no! Mom, I assure you it's not that. - Kerria promised that she could really swear. - I have not done anything wrong with any boy, really.

Beruche sighed in relief and told her daughter in a more conciliatory tone.

-We all fall in love and do nonsense, I've told you more than once. But, please, do not let that interfere in your studies. - And coming back to her sympathetic and conciliatory usual tone she added - Go on, go up to your room and change for dinner. You already know that your father gets angry right away but that he also forgets soon. Be good I behave properly from now on and we'll see what can be done.

The girl went up to her room more comforted by that, she found herself on the stairs with Leval, that gave her hope.

-What happened Ky? - He asked her that he looked at her strangely. - Dad has gone up very angry.

-I have been punished, Leval. - she told him, very affected, turning to the only lawyer she had left. - If you could talk to dad and mom, to convince them to forgive me.

It would not be the first time that his brother mediated for her when she committed some tricky thing. Ordinarily, this achieved a mitigating effect because their parents were proud that Leval supported her younger sister like this. It was a gesture of responsibility, another gesture, on the part of the boy and it induced them to be more lenient when he assured them that he would try to talk to Kerria so that she would behave better. Although the years passed and that trick was becoming less profitable. So he made his sister to see that, especially when he sentenced.

-You must have done something big for Dad to be like that. This does not seem to be the same as when you broke the curtains, ate to many cookies or arrived half an hour late. You're almost fifteen years old. - Leval sighed, shaking his head. - I am sorry. I'm afraid that this time I will not be able to help you.

-That is true. - Kerria admitted that she knew that her brother really felt as much as she did. - Maybe it's asking you too much this time.- However, she looked grateful giving him a kiss on the cheek. – See you in the dinner - and immediately she went up to her room and closed the door. -

Leval went down the stairs and greeted his mother. Beruche looked at him and smiled, knowing the kind of conversation he would have been having with his little sister, and her suspicions were confirmed when her son asked her.

-What happened to Ky, mom? What has she done now?

-I'm very worried about your sister, Leval. - Then confessed his mother. - I'm afraid she's in a difficult age and she does not tell us the whole truth. You don´t know who she sees  in high school and what she does. Do you?

-Mom, I'm two years older and I go with other colleagues.- The boy explained as if that was really an insurmountable wall. -

And practically it was given that, in spite of their good fraternal relationship in the institute there existed a series of unwritten rules that all respected, including the brothers, and one of them consisted in that those of superior courses ignored the lesser ones, except for reasons of dating. And even this was something very unusual. Anyway, with his usual conciliatory mood, he promised his mother.

- But I'll ask, do not worry.

-Thank you son, so I'm more calm .- Beruche sighed really relieved but still added with some concern. -But talk to her, too, please. Make her see that her behavior is not good at all, she listens to you more than us. - And she briefly told Leval what happened. -

The boy was stunned, waved his hand sighing. That was even worse than he had imagined! He certainly did not expect his sister to have done something like that.

-Now I understand why dad was so angry. - He replied reiterating his intention to chat with Kerria at the first opportunity and after that he asked as he used to do at that time. - What's for dinner? I'm hungry.

-Ha ,ha, ha! -  Beruche laughed putting a hand on the left shoulder of his son, (who was already as tall as Roy himself), while both went to the kitchen to bring the dishes to the table. You're just like your father, oh my Goodness. Is that the voracious appetite that you have comes from your father´s family? - The respondent shrugged and the two entered the kitchen. -

Meanwhile Kerria was sitting on the bed in her bedroom caressing one of her stuffed animals. She thought that she had not told her mother the truth, at least not all, but. How would her parents take it? Especially her father, if they knew. If even she herself was not entirely sure yet. But if so ... What could she do? And she could not say anything to her brother neither. No, the best thing would be to keep quiet for the moment and above all, to be more cautious.  She should wait for further events. She did not want to upset her parents even more. So at dinner time she went down with the rest of the family and was in a very submissive and friendly attitude, neither Roy nor Beruche wanted to get the topic back and Leval also kept silent ...

-Well, it's late, I'm going to sleep. - The girl replied a while after dinner.- Good night.

Her parents responded by wishing her to rest in turn and she climbed the stairs slowly. Her brother soon followed her and caught up with her upstairs. In a whisper he asked her.

- Do you have a moment before you go to sleep?

-Yeah right. To tell the truth, I'm not very sleepy. - She sighed. -

The two of them went into Kerria's room. Her brother smiled. He had to remove a couple of stuffed animals to sit in a chair in front of a mirrored cabinet. With an amused tone he wanted to know.

-Don't tell me you're still sleeping with Mr. Skipi?

-Those things are not asked of a young lady, they are part of my privacy. - She smiled.-

Although Leval put aside that joke that she had used to break the ice and revealed him with worried tones.

-Mom told me what you've done.

-I see. - The girl sighed for a long time. - And I suppose you will agree with her and with Dad. What I did was not good at all.

-Of course not, Ky. And you know it perfectly. - He declared, adding between disappointed and surprised. - You've never done that before.

-I'm sorry, Leval. I can not say anything else. - She defended herself. -

-It is something very serious. Luckily it was Mom who found out and not Mr. Robins or Mr. Keane.

The boy alluded to the principal of the school and the head of studies respectively. Keane was somewhat more flexible, but Robins had a reputation for being very strict. The consequences for his sister could have been terrible and so he told her.

-Yeah, you're right. But, although I wish I could, I cannot undo what I did. - Affirmed Kerria with growing discomfort. -

-Well, I'm not asking you that either. Just not doing it again is enough. -She answered conciliatory her brother. -

-At least you don't punish me. Thanks. -Commented her interlocutor with a trace of irony. -

- Come on, Ky! - Leval replied a little more annoyed now. - If you have only been punished for a week, you can be happy. Imagine if godmother Ami found out.

The mention of her beloved godmother made Kerria embarrassed. She idolized her. She lowered her head in genuine embarrassment. She already hurt to have disappointed her parents and even her brother, but only to think that that wonderful woman who visited them from time to time and who helped her mother to bring her into her world knew that. it horrified her. She always wanted to look like her. Perhaps because of the affection she felt since she was a child when she was by her side, and even more so, because of the times he had seen her parents with her. The look of respect and affection that they gave her was something that she Kerria had never observed them direct to other people. Coupled with that, Dr. Mizuno had a great reputation and prestige in the world of medicine. The girl smiled a little now with nostalgia, remembering how she, as a child, came to wish to become a doctor too. Well, she also wanted to have been a fairy tale princess, a ballerina like her cousin Idina and even a pilot like her brother.

- What are you laughing at? - Leval was surprised. -

-Of the things she thought when she was little. - Her interlocutor answered sincerely. -It seems that all she wanted to be were just silly dreams ...

Her brother got up from the chair and approached her placing a hand on the girl's right shoulder to say cheerfully with a bit of humor as well.

-Do not think that way. You are smart and a very good girl. And also something pretty.

-Thanks. - The aforementioned could smile, who nevertheless qualified with feigned anger. - What do you mean, something pretty?

-Voucher. Pretty at all. Even if you don't want to go out with my friend Ryan! - Leval laughed now, adding amusement. - Let's see if I guess, our little neighbor has gotten ahead of him, right?

Kerria looked at him between puzzled and slightly flushed now. Her brother was referring to the boy who lived barely fifty meters from her chalet. He came to the urbanization last year. And he was really very kind and also handsome. The truth is that they became friends right away.

- Brian? Oh come on, don't be silly! She-she could whisper she still embarrassed.

- Your little face gives you away, potato face! Leval laughed, remembering a joke he told him when he was little and that he always made his sister mad. -

- Get out there! - Could replicate the aforementioned with a half smile. - What I needed to hear!

The boy nodded, and after giving him a kiss on the forehead added with an affectionate tone.

-Go, sleep and rest. That tomorrow will be another day. Mom and Dad will surely forgive you right away.

-Yes I hope so. Thanks Leval. -The girl answered. -

The young man left leaving her alone in her room. Kerria sat on the bed and sighed again. At least her brother always supported her, despite those jokes that were played. Although something tortured her, causing her an uneasiness that was hardly bearable. Would Leval continue on her side if he knew the truth?

- Better not risk that. -She said to herself with fear and sadness. - I'll try to be careful. My brother is actually naive, and he has no idea. But I'd rather have him think about what he told me than that he could find out the truth ...

And she didn't want to keep mulling that over. She put on her pajamas and went to bed. In one thing Leval was absolutely right, tomorrow would be another day. Amethyst for her part and after the organized brawl, had achieved her goal, she planned with great enthusiasm to be the vocalist of the group. To tell the truth, she was very attracted and had even fallen in love with François, the attractive guitarist, who was also the leader of the band. The young woman thought that if she were the singer, she could go out with him. He was a boy with an air of mystery that did not fulfill the precept of being or too macho to accept dating a girl like her or too sloppy to be behind easy sex. And above all it seemed that he always had something interesting or that he kept some kind of secret that could give him an ace up his sleeve. He was kind to almost everyone, to tell the truth, charming, but without becoming cloying, and he went on his own way, he was a free spirit. He did not like to subordinate himself to the norms, like Amethyst itself. And the girl thought that he was her ideal type. he was not bad playing sports but he did not seem interested in competing to the limit neither. Nor did he worry that she did it. In short, he respected her for what she was and did, without trying to change or model her to his image and for the girl that was to be mature. Apart from that, the boy was already moving around through the Parisian environment and thanks to that he got a place to rehearse, but he gave no importance to that nor wanted to take credit. The girl could not help but be impressed by this bohemian individual, only a year older than her. Certainly and under that facade of hardness and security, Amethyst was still very inexperienced in relations of some importance. She had gone out with boys who were like children when she compared them to François. And with the age she was already looking for something more. She had only to achieve her purpose of entering the band and she had done it. After a few days of good behavior her parents calmed down. Emerald had no choice but to grant this whim of her daughter, although she did not like it at all. Diamond, on the other hand, received a letter from the company he worked for, the Masters Corporation. In it they formally communicated him a good offer, if he wanted to move to work in the US. They gave him two months to answer, assuming he would work at the New York headquarters. He immediately told Emerald that she responded enthusiastically to the idea.

-Then we would be very close to Roy and Bertie, right? Great, it's been so long since we have seen them!

-We could even live in the same neighborhood.- He affirmed, visibly excited too. - Masters told me that it would not be a problem.

- This Ian! - Emerald smiled sentencing with an undisguised admiration. – There is not a thing that he does not get.

Hearing that, Diamond made a face of circumstances and his wife noticed it.

-But honey.- She asked visibly amused. - More than fifteen years have passed and you are still upset with him, aren´t you?

-No, I'm not upset with him. - He replied, adding in a defensive but a more tempered tone, - but it bothers me that you think he's a God.  The only thing that happens is that he has a lot of money, that's all.

-Hahaha! – His wife laughed, correcting him jokingly. - Very much money no, he has everything! Besides, deep down you appreciate him a lot.

- He is not as bad as he looks. - The prince had to admit with a more casual tone.-

-Come on, honey. How long are you going to behave like a jealous kid every time his name comes up?

-Well ... until he stops looking at you the way he does, that scoundrel.- Her husband smiled, who said this although with total joviality this time.- What he think he is going to get? ...

-Don't fear – his wife whispered in a sweet voice. - For me, the only man in my life is you, silly.

-I know.- He smiled, with funny malice.-

-Hey- his wife replied as soon as she saw him approach with certain intentions.- The girl will be arriving ...

-Well, we'll hide.- He said grabbing her by the waist and raising her.- So she will not see us ...

Emerald kissed him and they both hugged each other on the couch. There were few occasions when they could afford to play that kind of thing. Just then Amethyst arrived and, hearing some laughter, peeked through the crack of the door and smiled, she really celebrated that her parents were in a good mood.

- Wow! Better not interrupt. -The young woman said to herself, leaving them engrossed in her things.

In the other part of the world, the brother and sister-in-law of the busy prince had their own family situations. Sapphire worked for the same tycoon as Diamond. He, as an engineer, spent long hours designing new propulsion and energy systems. Of course the science and technology that he remembered from the thirtieth century were of inestimable help. When he had some spare time, he helped his wife in the store. However, despite the work, he was always willing to take his part in raising his children. Petz in the meantime had become a dynamic business woman. She leads her establishments with great firmness and expertise. Thanks to that, Otafukuya was very successful in Tokyo. So much so that she was able to open a couple more stores in the city and she was looking forward to expanding to Osaka or Kobe. But she was also very absorbed by her mother's side. With her eldest son, Coraíon, she had no great problems. However the little one, Granate, was another story. She still remembered that prank he had made in Makoto's shop, she was the godmother of both children. Petz and her had a coffee and a bit of cake in the former sailor's place.

-This kid, it's an earthquake, I do not know who was like him in my family.- The troubled mother said on one of those rare occasions that she had time to meet her friend.- I do not understand it! Neither me nor his father, of course.

-Good! - Makoto laughed remembering that. - He was a boy then, the poor guy did not do it in bad faith.-

-I would have strangled him if you  hadn´t  been there.- Petz laughed when she remembered that situation.- Look what embarrassed he made me felt ... He spends his life getting into trouble.

- Yes. Your son is easy to get into trouble. But on the other side, he is a charming boy.- Her friend affirmed, adding with patent affection.- He knows how to gain people´s heart.

The former warrior Jupiter remembered that she had spent several years dedicated to a quiet civil life, same as the rest of her fellow sailors. She set up that business helped by Petz and Sapphire among others. She was lucky and a spacious and bright place was available. The girl decorated t with great taste and took part of it to make floral arrangements. And she used the other half approximately  in order to set up a small cafeteria. The customers who came there to buy flowers and vegetable decoration were very pleasantly surprised when the owner gave them a tea or offered them a tasting of her cakes. The Otafukuya store also distributed brochures advising to visit the place. It was not long before Makoto had to expand the business, acquired another location and enlarged the cafeteria. Even the Amazons and Chibiusa. (The latter at the behest of her mother) went by there and worked for hours when they were not with their obligations as warriors. Then the owner had to hire a couple of employees. In case it was not enough her friend Minako Aino, famous artist, publicized the site. The same thing that Emerald did when she went to Japan for work reasons. As a result of that, she had always full house. People were delighted and things could not go better for the entrepreneur.

-The truth is that I cannot complain. Although I have so much work.- The girl said as she remembered.

One of many afternoons, with Granate was about nine or ten years old, his mother went to look for him at school and went with him to her friend's store. Coraíon was in his after-school classes but his younger brother was still young for that. So Petz thought they might come over to say hello to Mako-chan. How couldn´t it be otherwise, the cafeteria was full. However, Makoto saw them coming and made them go to her office. There she also had chairs and a table and could communicate with the kitchen and the area where the freshly baked pastry was kept. The two friends began to chat animatedly while the boy, somewhat bored of these conversations of adults, decided to explore on his own. He heard, of course, telling his godmother that more candy would have to be taken from the cafeteria room. However, the employees were busy. Without thinking twice he went into the warehouse, where he saw several pie towers piled up.

-What cool! - He thought looking up. - I will lend a hand and I will also bring one to "Makoina" so we can eat it with mom.

That was the affectionate nickname he used to refer to her. From a very young age he was not able to pronounce all of Makoto's name, and the word godmother also resisted him. He did the natural thing in young children, deformed the words and united them. Now, after so much time, he called her that in a totally natural way. Of course he wanted to surprise his mother and Makoina, so he tried not to be seen, he got behind a tall column that piled several of those pies. As he did not reach the top one he had a great (at least that was he thought) idea. He would climb onto a chair that was there and that's it. The only problem was that, when approaching the chair he unintentionally hit that column of pies and to his horror it collapsed with all its contents. Of course, he ran to try to hold that tower but it was in vain. Several of these cakes separated and some hit him, covering him completely with cream, strawberry, chocolate and some other flavor. The kid thought that, being a bad situation, being crushed by a pile of pies was not so terrible. What was quite embarrassing was the noise it caused and seeing, from the floor, the long legs of his godmother and, as he looked up, her body, crowned by the expression of surprise and disappointment in her face .

-Granate! What happened?...

-I think it was an avalanche, Makoina. - He could say, remembering that word from his skiing lessons.- Avalanche of pies ...

Makoto could only disapprovingly move her head really surpassed by that. Although it was worse when Petz joined her, arms on her hips and furious look, she snapped at the boy, barely able to contain her anger.

-But can I know what you've done now?

-I've gotten a bit stained.- He was able to replicate the interpellated with a thread of voice.-

-Are you okay? - Makoto was interested trying to help him up.-

-Yes, the pies were soft. - The boy smiled now.-

But he stopped doing it as soon as his furious mother grabbed him by the right ear making him see all the stars in the sky to finish him up.

-Do you realize what you have bundled? Those cakes were your godmother's job. You've ruined her for a whole day! And you're so happy. What are you waiting for to ask for forgiveness?

-Auu! mum - It was the only thing that the boy could reply, until his mother released him at the request of her friend. -

Visibly regretful, he lowered his head and muttered, almost between sobs.

-I'm sorry, Makoina. It was unintentional, I just wanted to lower a cake so you could have a snack.

-Don't worry darling.- Her interlocutor smiled at him, touched by the cry of the kid, who knew sincerely.- It is not that terrible.

-Oh my God! I do not know what to say, -the embarrassed Petz could intervened, already preparing herself to begin the cleanup of all that disaster while insuring.-  I will help you with all this and we will pay for the damages. Well, what I say we will pay you! I mean that this hooligan will pay you back, even if he runs out of assignment for a year! Granate .- She added with patent anger .- Go find a mop and a dustpan .- You will not leave from here until you clean all this terrible mess.

With tears in his eyes the boy obeyed. Makoto meanwhile tried to appease her friend with softer and conciliatory tones in her voice.

- Leave him be, Petz! He did not do it on purpose. It was an accident. Look, I can clean it myself.

But her interlocutor vehemently denied with the head and refuted, although already with a quieter tone.

-He has to learn to be responsible. He cannot spend his life doing pranks or making mistakes without facing the consequences. Otherwise he will spoil. I know you think I'm very hard on him, but I think it's for the best. Someday, when he will be older, he will be grateful.- She declared.-

-You are his mother.- Her friend sighed knowing that in that subject no one discussed anything to Petz.- Do what you think best.

And the child reappeared with the necessary tools and guided, at the same time that helped by Petz, he cleaned that. But that did not stop there. When they finished and finally left Granate was punished a week. His brother Cory, as he called him, commented with concern.

-Yes, you've made them a really big mess this time! Mom is very angry.

-Jo! ... She will punish me for life. - His interlocutor lamented.-

However, his older brother smiled cheerfully and told him.

-Do not worry. I have come up with a plan ...

He went on to explain it to Garnet, who nodded delightedly. Surely it would work. So that shortly after finishing his "sentence" of house arrest, he and his brother went to their godmother's shop, equipped with a package. It was just time to open in the afternoon and there were still no customers. Makoto saw them arrive and smiled.

-Coraion! Granate! You have left school early.

- We come to give you this. - The elder of the two answered, while the small one handle her that package.- We hope it is enough.

-Is it for me? What is it? - Her godmother wanted to know.-

-Open it! – Granate asked with visible enthusiasm. - Open it Makoina!

Makoto did not make herself begged. She unraveled the rough paper that misplaced this strange form and found it perplexing that it was a little pig with a groove in its back. It weighed a lot and when she moved it she could hear a dull clink. It must have enough coins inside.

-But! What does this mean? – The woman asked looking at them alternately with amazement.-

-It is an Comparation.- The little Lassart child said solemnly.-

-Compensation, - his hurried brother corrected him while clarifying.- For the cakes of the other day.

Her interlocutor smiled with tenderness at the two children. It was clear that a lot of money would not be enough, but it was the detail that counted, more so when Granate revealed to her.

-Cory has left me their savings, we have joined them with mine in this piggy bank that is super big. That way you will not lose your money for the cakes.

-Come here. The two of you.- Makoto asked with sweetness, stooping to hug the two children while she answered them returning that piggy bank.- It was not necessary, really. I thank you very much. You are very good guys. But that is already forgotten. You'd better return this to your home and keep saving for the future. What we are going to do is eat a piece of cake, instead.

-Really? – Granate exclaimed  with visible content.-

-How good! – Coraion agreed in the same way.-

-Yes, but first we'll call your house so your mom can know.- Makoto told them as she added funny winking at her smiling godchildren. - And this time I'll be the one who goes for the cake. ¿O.K?

Between the exclamations of jubilation of the children the woman did not take too long in informing Petz, this one could not feel more proud of both boys. It was clear that her youngest son was playful but he did not act badly. And what was much more important, both children had proved to have a very good heart. As for Coraíon he was also an excellent child. Without being guilty of anything he hastened to help his brother. Of course she authorized the two to stay for a snack with their godmother. They had earned it. When Sapphire arrived from work, she told him what happened. He laughed.

- It is  nice to see, as they are our children! - He could say to remember with nostalgia.- Like my brother Diamond and me being children. He always protected me, he was aware of me and took care of me ...

-Yes, they love each other.- His wife agreed with evident joy.- That is the main thing.

And around the cafeteria the two children were embraced by their mother.

-Coraíon .- She said to him while stroking his cheeks .- You had a nice gesture to lend your money to your brother. OK, but do not do it again. You have to let him solve his own problems. It is one thing to help him if he need it and another thing to intervene too much by burdening you with his responsibility. Do you understand?

-Yes mom.- The boy could answer, that despite everything, he did not quite understand that too well.- If you say so ...

But his mother noticed and after smiling broadly he whispered sweetly.

-You will understand ... Come on, now let me talk to your brother.

The boy nodded and went to his room. He had some homework to finish. Petz now occupied herself with talking to her other son, whom she also caressed now tenderly.

-Granate. You have been able to amend your mistake, and I am proud of you for that. But you have to learn to think things first before doing them, so as not to cause discomfort to others.

-Yes mom. - The boy whispered feeling confused because he didn´t know if that was a greeting or a lecture.-

-Come here. - Her interlocutor asked him, on her knees, hugged him affectionately to add. - I love you and your brother more than anything in the world. That's why I have to educate you well. One day you will be older and you will have to make your own decisions. Be responsible and help others. For that you must learn from now on to behave well.

-Ok mom. I will do it. - The little boy commented nodding once separated from that motherly hug. - Although I do not want to design things like dad and Cory .- He could add with some prevention, manifesting .- I like to drive them.

-Sweetie. That is just as good. If you study a lot and act like a responsible kid, you'll get everything you want. - His mother assured him with a smile.- You'll see!

The boy nodded feeling much better and after that he went to his room to finish his homework. Petz finished telling that to her friend and together with Makoto she laughed remembering those moments. Although time passed quickly ...

-And they are already adolescents.- The mother of both boys commented.- But Granate continues doing some silly things sometimes. And now, on top of it, he is lazier. He spends the day playing the drums or the synthesizer ... I even had to forbid him to play that terrible drums and obliged him to study! - She sighed shaking her head with reprobation.-

-And surely Coraíon continues giving him a hand to solve things.- Makoto added cheerfully.- Of course, besides his brother, he is his best friend. That has to make you happy.

-Yes- her interlocutor admitted, wishing.- Although I hope that one day this son of mine will mature! His older brother cannot always be there to get him out of the mess he gets into ... And neither do we, you understand me my friend, don´t you?

Her interlocutor in that nodded, Petz was right. Then they went on talking about the old days. As the years went by, all the families were accumulating numerous vital incidents, fortunately without other types of situations unrelated to everyday life bothering them. Back in Paris without going any further, the cousin of those two guys could not wait. She counted the minutes to start singing with her group and to see her beloved Françoise.

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