Very early in the morning

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In my first and only trip to Africa I could see, in first person, another world, quite different to our developed one. Of course, there were lots of things that stroke me a lot. But, apart from the obvious aspects that everyone can imagine, mainly related to cultural and economic differences, there was one specific matter, really trivial and insignificant, that strongly called my attention from my arrival: African mosquitoes seemed to be quite different to our European ones. Just like everything in Africa, mosquitoes looked underdeveloped, so primitive that they even lacked noise, that irritating noise that our mosquitoes make when flying and that we are so used to.  Despite their supposed ferocity and their capability for transmitting such dangerous diseases like malaria, African mosquitoes have, according to my experience, a non-negligible advantage over its European relatives: their sole discretion. They can massacre you with plenty of bites during the night, but they do it in such a discrete and polite way that, even in case of disease infection, you can only be grateful for their deep respect to human’s night rest.

It’s 4 a.m, early in the morning. In fact, too early to be awake for anyone who doesn’t work as a dustman. And, not only am I awake but I´m also very active, writing this. Of course, getting up at 4 a.m to start writing is not a usual activity in my daily routine.  After the introductory disquisition in this writing, the reader can easily suspect the reason of my sleeplessness: in the middle of the night, I´ve been awaked by that infuriating noise that resembles the noise of a tiny flute, imperceptible in most situations but, in the very silence of the night, it´s like an helicopter flying at ground level.

At this moment of the writing, I feel a bit confused: I don’t know whether damn our little friend the European mosquito for not letting me sleep, or be grateful for making me start the day in such a fruitful way, writing this. Nevertheless, I do have one thing very clear: it’s 5 a.m of a Saturday, and I´m completely wakeful and with nothing to do but wait. So, I’m waiting …, hardly are the supermarkets opened, I´ll be there for getting any anti mosquito repellent.

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Very early in the morning

Why Mum?

Why mum

His question left me petrified. It was so stricking and unexpected that I felt a deep and sharp pain in my chest.

It wasn’t that I didn’t expect that moment to never come. Of course, sooner or later I’d have to face the situation and give him the corresponding explanations. But it just happened too soon, I wasn’t prepared to address the matter. Not only did it surprise me but it even scared me quite a bit: he was only three years old and could hardly maintain a conversation. That’s why my reaction. We parents always tend to overprotect our children from any outer danger or threat, especially when they are so young. At that age, they seem to us so fragile that it’s as if the slightest perturbation were capable of carrying them away.

It was a sunny afternoon of autumn, we were strolling around the city centre after I picked him up from the school. That afternoon he wasn’t as happy and outgoing as usual, he seemed a bit absent, getting distracted easily with the slightest thing. Worried about his strange behaviour, I stopped and knelt down in front of him to call his attention. Then, he stared at me and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he close it again. I’ll never forget that moment in the middle of the street, me knelt down next to him while he, getting his mouth closer to my ear, barely whispering, asked me with his tiny voice:  Mum, why isn’t Daddy with us? Is he dead?

Why Mum?