The huge lie

This is a story I read when I was a child. The story is about two brothers and their lives. Here I have summarized the story in order to show how difficult it can be sometimes to take time for our families. I hope you enjoy it.

Last year, a man called Ralph was planning to emigrate from London to Spain. He was happy with the idea of emigrating, but at the same time he felt sad about leaving his hometown. He was a man who enjoyed his job very much. He worked in a port, but in reality he wanted to be with his brother Mark, who worked in the north of Switzerland. However, he didn’t make enough money to travel and this prevented him from visiting Mark. By the time he had saved enough money to buy a ticket to travel to Spain, he received a letter which made him reconsider his plans. The letter informed Ralph that his brother was very sick. Ralph was so sad that that night he didn’t even pack his suitcase.

The following day, he got up early and went to the airport because he wanted to try and change the ticket. He wanted to travel to Switzerland now, to be with his brother. After changing the flight, he returned home to pack his suitcase, and then he returned to the airport.

When he arrived in Switzerland, he discovered something shocking – It was all a huge lie! There was nothing wrong with Mark at all. He had only told Ralph that he was ill because he really wanted to see his middle-aged brother, and he wrote the letter hoping that Ralph would come and visit him. If I hadn’t sent the letter, you wouldn’t have come to visit me, explained Mark. That morning, the brothers talked for hours about everything, and most importantly, they were both very glad to see each other.

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A Profile

One of the people I really admire is neither rich nor famous, nor even particularly talented. However, he is a hard-working man. Under a dark suit, a light-blue shirt and a typical peaked hat, hides a special person: his name is Héctor, and he is my father.

One of the reasons why I admire my father is that he is a real persevering born-fighter. He grew up in extreme poverty, in a little town in Santiago del Estero. Although his family condition made him work and study when he was a child, he had a happy childhood. However, when he was sixteen years old, he couldn´t stand his mother´s spankings and he ran away to Buenos Aires. There, he met a young amusing girl who would be his wife four years later. But it wouldn´t be easy because he needed a job to support his new family. It was then that he decided, influenced by my grandfather, to be a police officer. He had to work hard all his life in order to get all that a person dreams of: a home and a career.

Another reason for admiring my father is that he loves his job and he works gladly, although everyday he has to face from the most unusual petty crimes to the most cold-blooded murders. He also works like a psychologist when people come to the police station because they don´t know, for example, how to bring up their children. He has a kind heart and he is always delighted to help people.

Finally, I also admire him for his conservative ideas about life. He has influenced me since I was a child. He always supports me in everything I take up, and he has showed me confidence. He has taught me how to behave in some sorts of situations and when he punished me, he was strict. Now, as a grown up, I´ve learnt the difference between right and wrong, so I can understand why my father was so stern when I was a child.

My father is a special person. He has raised me the best he could, he has given me everything he could, but he has had a significant influence on my life. First of all, because he is my father, a good carefree father, and thanks to him I am who I am: a good carefree person, too.

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My Home

My house is the most beautiful building I’ve ever seen. There is a small porche (my father always liked small porches), and then the front door. When you enter my house you can see the big living-room, where there are a lot of armchairs and one table with the old telephone. The other room near the living-room is the kitchen, where the whole family takes breakfast. On the opposite side there are three rooms. One of these is my room, the other is my brothers’ and the third is my parents. My room is wonderful, because my family decided that I could decorate it the way I liked. Then, I put a big trunk and upon it there are a lot of teddy bears, there is a bedside table and over it there is a library. My bed is right in the middle of the room. It is old and long because it belonged to my grandmother’s parents. Finally, my house has got a laundry, where my family put a little house for my dog Onna. I love my house and I love all the good times I had there!

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Bad news

When I was a child, I wished that my older brother had a wife and had children, too. When I grew up, I felt that my dreams had been fulfilled. My brother married the best woman on earth. Her name is Alejandra. The wedding party was wonderful. They didn’t have a honeymoon because they hadn’t got enough money, but  the most important thing was that Alejandra was pregnant. My first nephew, Iván was born in November the 16^th. In the next year my dear Sabrina, Ivan’s sister, was born. But this wasn’t all, in October 2001 a new baby was born; my brother and his wife decided that I was going to be the baby’s godmother, and I was very touched by their decision!

Then my brother decided to go to Spain His poor economic situation brought him the idea of travelling to Spain. We all missed my brother at home, but at least the kids were still with us since he travelled alone in the first place. However, one day he phoned his wife and told her that life in Spain was, in fact, much better than here. Then all of us thought the same: the children were going to Spain as well. We hardly had one more month before Alejandra and the kids left the country to join my brother. Today, after many years, I still remember the face of the boys; they were very unhappy and cried a lot. I’ll never forget that day. 

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