The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 25 - THE PASSWORD 112

April had arrived. It was the first day, that is, the day of the lie. It is unbelievable that it has traditions that never end. That's nice. But leave these traditions for Christmas, Mother's Day, Easter, New Year ... But, for April Fool's Day it was over, everyone knew and they were still making their pranks saying that someone is calling someone, or that someone is sick, or that they were breaking up. Everyone is already sick of these April Fools' day games. Luckily no one had played a trick on that day for me or me for anyone.

Another date to be celebrated the next day was my younger brother's birthday. He is almost born on April Fool's Day. My younger brother, each day that he got older, seemed to be more boring and thicker. As a child, he was spoiled and crying. It was amazing how different his mutation was from its origin. On that April 2, he would be 15 years old. He was short, like most of the family, his hair was already very straight, but it was unbelievably curly and curly. Her skin was very white, which gave the feeling of being well cared for and she also had hair on her body, also hereditary from my father so as not to be bullied at school if it were my mother's traits. Some said he looked like me, but of course I was more handsome, he thought to me, and no doubt he thought he was more handsome.

My family was going through a time when you couldn't have a birthday party; my little brother wouldn't have a party this year, nor could i give him any presents, and i felt bad.

After his birthday, twenty days later it would be mine and my twin sister's, and we already knew that we would not blow out candles, just like my brother. Nor would I blame it if I didn't get gifts from any of them, since in my day I can't present them.

If I or anyone in the family was going to have a birthday party that year, the way was to enjoy the party of others. Milla's party took place on a Saturday, April 3rd, exactly the day she completed another birthday. I had spent a few days thinking what fantasy I was going to. I really wanted to go with the Hogwarts uniform, from the Slytherin house, but it was too ironed. Everything that had a party had some Harry Potter, and this costume is very expensive. I also thought of going dressed as Pale Man, a character in the film Pan's Labyrinth, but I knew that no one was going to do that makeup on me; If the film professionals took six hours to get the actor ready, imagine someone unprofessional doing it for me. So, since I didn't have a lot of options or money to be creative, I asked my cousins ​​for a costume that a few weeks ago had gone to a party like that and I knew they could get me something. I had three fantasy options, but I chose a pirate one.

It was the first party I had been to in Burma, since I started going out to São Paulo. I was anxious and happy because I liked going to parties and outings with the people that I heard they were going to be at MIlla's party - and of course, others didn't like it so much. On the night of the party, I prepared to go to her house, two streets away from mine. Like my brother's birthday, I had no money to buy a gift and I borrowed money from my sister, and I bought a book from Agatha Christie. It was the first time I had bought a book for someone to give as a gift and I never do that again, because I have a crazy desire to keep the book. Earlier I called Milla to find out what time it would be best for me to go, as she answers me at eight in the evening.

It was eight at night and I went. To my surprise, I opened the party; he only had his family in the house. I felt like not giving the gift. She, John and her family were still preparing everything. I had taken the costume to wear at your home. When they had already prepared everything, with a little help from me, the guests started to arrive around ten at night.

During the party I realized that everyone who was there was known. Almost all were people who took a theater course with me, others who took other artistic courses in the same space, or just people I met when I started doing theater. Others there were from the school where I studied, but all were people who played with some kind of art, like theater, dance, books, sang, played the guitar, always something like that. But I realized that, although I knew them, I had never socialized so deeply with any of them. Milla seemed to know them for a long time, everyone there talked as if they were very close. Some came to me with a big smile and said: