The world according to Fabrizio.
-Fabi, is something wrong?
My name is Fabrizio but my mother has never stopped calling me Fabi, for her the diminutive is what she has left of my childhood and she clings to it insistently. Her question took me by surprise because during the day, in my opinion, I had shown an attitude that few could complain about, and it's not that I'm an energetic sociopath that my family fears, but it's well known among my family that I have a strong personality. With my brothers, discussions have always been constant because although we are united for many things, for others we never manage to get along, and let's be honest, two boys and a girl in their teens is not the right sample of a peaceful coexistence. Among my brothers, one could say that I was the most mature, although at the same time, the most extroverted, something that sometimes made my brothers mad because after having endured for years my extensive and varied jokes they were already fed up with them; of my brothers I always disliked their group and collective lack of respect for the belongings and personal space of others, those were basically the triggers for the discussions between us, curiously our quarrels were always, with some exceptions, collective because whenever we fought the distribution, to call it somehow, it was two against one, or simply, all against all.
-Not Mommy... nothing, why? -I answered her as calmly as I could.
-You've been strange today... -Or is it just me? -His face contracted because of all the trouble.
-Weird how? -I couldn't help asking him because I didn't feel strange at all, at least not in a negative way.
-I didn't have to intervene between you and your siblings to stop them fighting, and you're walking around like a cloud, that's how you get when you turn one. Your sister even asked me if you were in the house because, according to her, you don't even sit around, and Carlos told me to put you in the house more often than he said he would at breakfast today.
-That jerk... -I said inside.
-There's nothing wrong with me, mommy. -It's just that I did well in school this week and I'm a little more relaxed. -I didn't like lying to him, but that's what I thought I'd say.
-Are you sure that's why? -Her worried expression gave way to one of relief.
-Yes, Mommy, that's it. -I knew it would make her feel better because everyone knows how hysterical I get when I'm full in school, or when I don't do as well as I thought I would in an exam.
-Well, Fabi, you know that you can say anything to your father, to me or to your brothers; any of us can help you with anything.
It was a very relaxed Saturday, one of those that I love, everything went smoothly at home, we all got down to different tasks and everyone got down to business; Carlos was out all afternoon playing soccer with a ball that my parents had given him when he started his soccer practice while Mom and Ariana, my sister, spent the afternoon taking care of their bodies, washing and drying each other's hair, getting manicures and finishing off the job with a home skin treatment; I, on the other hand, was listening to music while I tried to do the math exercises that the teacher Katia had left us, it was an overwhelming task and I was about to throw everything to the floor in my moment of greatest exasperation although fortunately I came up with the great idea of asking for help from Papa Youtube, blessed be the Millenials, with the help of some very good videos I was able to solve my exercises, the internet is great when we learn to take advantage of it. I'm usually very greedy so in the middle of the afternoon what was in my stomach since lunch disappeared so I went to the kitchen in search of something to eat, as there was nothing I could eat without cooking it first I got to work and entered MasterChef mode, I know how to cook well but nothing worthy of a Michelin star. I made myself some delicious pancakes and ate them with honey and some nutella that was in the fridge. I had to make some extras because my dad, feeling such a splendid smell impregnated by the house, could not resist and when I saw him leaning out of the kitchen I understood the subliminal message; Later on I was sitting on the porch of my house with Samy on my lap and Ariana by my side, we simply watched Carlos play with his ball, do tricks with it and handle it with natural dexterity, it was obvious that he had been born for that and deep down I wished that one day he could dedicate himself entirely to soccer because I knew that it was his greatest passion; I adored my brothers and I loved those moments that we were together and what I wanted most was to see them one day full of happiness. The afternoon was coming to an end and in the sky you could see those colours that I love so much and about which I already spoke. Carlos kept his ball and went to take a bath while Ariana rolled up in a blanket and surrendered to the magic world of Harry Potter, they were having a marathon on TV, I checked my phone and I saw that in the whatsapp group I have with my friends there were several messages, my friends were preparing to go out at night and we were all invited...
Hey guys, say hello! I hope you enjoyed the story and I invite you to read its continuation soon, I want to clarify that my native language is Spanish and I had to use a translator to translate my story into English, my apologies if there is any error in the translation.
