Friends on Steemit: Today I want to leave you a story in which you will surely identify the plot because it is part of the heritage of humanity.

Luz's wound

Reina was eight months pregnant, she was reading on a bench in front of the Krosno church, when she felt the weight of a look.

Before he had heard the train whistle, he looked in that direction; there it was: She was beautiful, dressed elegantly in the fall colors. He watched her go, determined, toward her. A thrush landed on the bench.

Will it be a girl? - Dorothy asked, without another greeting, pointing to the swollen belly.
Yes. ”Reina replied, instinctively placing her hands on her abdomen.

Dorothy's voice became a whisper:

She will be beautiful, she will be loved, she will be happy, but when she turns fifteen, she will suffer an injury and will fall asleep forever- said the woman in a neutral tone. Reina could not tell if she talked about herself, if she generalized or prophesied.

A chill invaded Reina while she sensed, at the same time, the movement of the girl inside.
She was absorbed, watching Dorothy take the road to the main street of the town.

Six weeks later the baptism of Luz was celebrated. Violeta carried her in front of the altar, Celeste held a long scented candle and a silver fountain with holy water, Coral gently wetted her head, then dried it with a lace handkerchief, while the three uttered in chorus "deliver us from all evil, amen "

Reina watched the ceremony excitedly. He watched the godmothers kiss his daughter:

Be beautiful.-Violeta said.
That you be loved.- Celeste told him.
Be happy.- Coral told him.
Tears rolled down the mother's cheeks.
That night he told Ricardo about his meeting last month. He knew that Ricardo and Dorothy were very close to getting married. They talked for a long time, decided to move to another continent.

Luz grew up beautiful, loved and happy. They lived in an old neighborhood with red tile roofs and shaded paths.
He enjoyed a childhood surrounded by friends and pets, sounds of crickets, flights of birds and perfume of tropical flowers.

At fourteen he was part of a theater group where he put into practice his great imagination to design costumes. His room was filled with all kinds of scraps, ribbons, patterns, threads, wires, scissors, pins, needles ...

On the day of his fifteen-year party, his special friend, René, sent him a cute heart-shaped pin. Luz decided to use it that night, she imagined the waltz dance with her father, maybe she would also dance with her friend ...

René did not arrive at the party; At twelve o'clock at night Luz tried to unhook the pin on her chest, the pin pierced her skin. A small drop of blood was reflected in the young woman's pupils.
The next day he didn't want to get out of bed.
He felt a vacuum in the middle of his chest, he lacked strength ...

In vain her mother tried to encourage her by showing her gifts; In the afternoon her friends passed, the mother inquired about René's absence. No one could answer.
With Luz's smile, her colors left, disheveled, she saw without looking at the landscape through her window. The nuances of his world had escaped, now he only saw shadows, a very bitter taste filled his mouth.

Their godmothers remained with light from the day of their party. On the third day Violeta connected on Facebook, Celeste on Instagram and Coral on Steemit.

The three located René. The three arrived at Luz's room shouting in chorus: Arrive tonight! It's coming tonight!

The young man arrived as a prince of stories, looked at Luz asleep, pale and beautiful.

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her! ”The godmothers shouted.

He gave her a soft, delicate, love kiss. She woke up smiling.