You were playing in the huge yard, enjoying the holidays away from school and with your father, Mexico, who was also on vacation away from going to meetings or other things.  You were in the vacation house, a very beautiful and also old Hacienda.

You played and laughed happily until you fell and your father, not hearing any noise, became alarmed and quickly came to see you.

“Ay, chamaco…” he complained softly, looking at your scratches and your attempt not to cry, he approached you and sat on the grass next to you examining the scratches, he was going to scold you, but not now.