Was weekend. Sam and Diane was at their home after the work all week.
Sam liked to tinker and make things DIY in the garage, while she liked to tidy the house before going into the kitchen to make delicious dishes. Certainly she was a great cook, although she never managed to cook well the rice.
That morning, she was cleaning and organizing the room of Samuel. At one point she approached to the desk. The top right drawer didn´t close properly. She would ask once again Sam fix it. Since years ago, it closed bad, and Diane has heard many " I'll fix it tomorrow", from Sam. This time Diane wouldn´t admit any excuse.
Diana approached the drawer. She opened and closed, it was as if something prevented that drawer would close. Diane took it out completely and carefully placed it on the floor. Then she knelt and looked into to discover what it was that prevented close the drawer. She saw something crumpled at the bottom. Diane introduced her right arm into the gap and took it. It was a jumble of papers. She stood up and looked around to decide where was the nearest place to sit. Finally she sat down at the foot of the bed. She spread and smoothed the papers, discovering that it was a children's version of "Sleeppy Hollow". Diane smiled and approached to her chest the tale of Whashington Irving .
...It was Halloween night. Samuel had three tender years. He was a lovely, friendly and bright child. His thick, wavy light brown hair was always disheveled. He was never calm. His round face accentuated his large gray eyes and his adorable cheeks, more visible by his eternal smile of happy child. That night, after dinner, Diane sent Samuel to wash his teeth before going to bed. She, from distance, observed how Samuel was serving her order. Once he cleaned his teeth, Samuel slid off the stool before the bathroom sink to wash, took it and ran to his room.
-Don't run for the corridor Samuel, you'll fall!- said Diane.
Once in the room, Samuel put the stool next to the bed, climbed on it, and got into bed with the duvet covering his neck. At that time his mother came to read him a bedtime story. It was his favorite moment of the night. She knew it. Diane slowly approached the bed enjoying the moment, seeing the excitement and emotion of her cute son reflected in his eyes and in his smile.
- What are you going to read today, Mommy? -Samuel asked curious.
- Well, you see, -said Diane softly and mysterious -As you know, tonight is special. It's Halloween. For that reason, today I am going to tell you a story of fear and ghosts. "Sleeppy Hollow" ... said Diane with cavernous voice ... The Headless Horseman!
Diane watched how Samuel was torn between fear and excitement under the covers of his bed.
-Continues, mom!
- Are you sure, Samuel? This story is only for braves -told Diane keeping the mystery in her voice.
- I am brave! -Samuel said resolutely. Then, he sat resting his back on the small headboard- I haven´t fear!
- All right, -said Diane laughing- You asked for it. Once upon a time ...
Diane began the story. As she read, watched askance as little Samuel is sinking deeper and deeper between the sheets and pillow. At the most critical and tense moment of the story, Sam burst into the room with his arms raised and head hidden, buried inside his shirt- Uuuuuuhhhh ...! -cried Sam.
Samuel screamed scared. With a leap hugged his mother, coupled his face to Diane. She would never forget the pounding heart of the child on her chest, and the force with which Samuel hugged her neck.
- Sam! You're an idiot.! -Diane reproached him- How do you do these jokes to the child? He´s very small!.
- Ha ha ha! -Sam laughed – Sorry ... I passed by the hall, and I heard what you read, and I came up ...
-Okay! - said Diane in Machiavellian tone- You're very hilarious!. So, tonight Samuel goes to sleep in our bed with me and you in this room ... Good night, Sam!.
Suddenly, Sam stopped laughing
- But ... but ... If it was just an innocent joke ... tiny ...!- said Sam-.
- Are we really going to sleep together tonight, mommy? -Samuel asked excited.-
- Yes son. Say good night to your father -said Diane as she took in her arms Samuel and went out the door-.
Samuel was still embraced to his mother's neck. As they passed through the doorway of the room, Samuel, mockingly, stuck his tongue at his father. Sam was left alone in the room that night, looking stupid and not knowing what to do or say.
Diane laughed remembering that night as far back in time, but that she thought had happened yesterday. It had spent the time without feeling. She checked her watch. It was time to prepare dinner.
It will continue...