The blonde Angel with curly hair  
Autor: Luidgi | Publicado: 2014-04-21T12:03:00-07:00







&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The fact that changed my life


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I was watching three people walking on the beach. I was young. I was fifteen.
Thin. White skin. Very white. The sun was hot. Burning. My skin was
burning.&nbsp; The sand was hot. Very hot. I
was watching three people walking on the beach. A man. A woman. A child. The
man was tall. The woman short. The child, a graceful girl. Maybe five years
old. Blonde. Curly hair. Beatiful blue eyes. &nbsp;A angel. The man and the woman was bare feet.
The angel, too.&nbsp; The man walked in front.
Then, the woman. After, the little girl, holding a bucket and a shovel toy. She
seemed happy. The children are happy. The woman held a bag.&nbsp; The man was eating something wrapped in a
yellow paper. Perhaps a sandwich.


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I lost sight the perfect family when I looked at the sea. The waves were
low and the water was dirty. Like a mud. The sea in my region is dirty. It is
normal. The sun was inclement and I was burning. I looked around, seeking a
shadow. Nothing. Many beach umbrellas, but all busy. A seller, carrying a white
styrofoam box, trying to sell something to an old lady. She wore sunglasses. Huge
sunglasses. Was she buying popsicle ?&nbsp;
Pastel ?&nbsp; Green corn ? I didn´t
know. I was thirsty and without money. I thought to return to hotel, where my
parents were playing cards. In the shadow.&nbsp;
With a bootle of mineral water. Icy. &nbsp;I was decided. I turned back to the hotel.


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In this instant, I heard a child shouting: “ – Daddy, no !!”. I turned
quickly. It was the “blonde-curly hair-angel” . She was stopped, pointing to
the sand. I saw the object: a yellow crumpled paper. It was the father´s
sandwich paper. I stopped to see the scene. The little girl shouted again: “ –
It´s wrong ! Mummy said that it is wrong !”. In this moment, all people were
waiting the next step. The man noticed it. Quickly, he took the paper in the
sand . So, he put the little devil on your lap and continued to walk. The woman
was laughing of the situation. Some people applauded the child. 


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Enthusiastic about the scene, I run to the hotel. On the way, I looked
at the trash can where I put the popsicle´s paper when I was going to the
beach. I had done right! When I arrived in hotel, I hugged my parents and I
went to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror. I knew what I wanted to do in my
life ! I saw a bright future for me!


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So, this is my life story. A small fact that choose my life. Today I am a
successful person. I attribute this to that little girl with gorgeous blue eyes
…&nbsp; wait !&nbsp;
wait ! wait!&nbsp; my wife is five
years younger than me … my wife is blonde …. my wife has a curly hair … my wife
has a beautiful blue eyes … My God! My God!&nbsp;
It can not be ... ! Elizabeth!
Elizabeth! I
need to talk you now! Elizabeth
... !


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