Theme: Affection; it’s giving that receives

Affectionate flakes

There was a small village where money was not used. Everything that people bought, everything that was cultivated and produced by each one, was exchanged.

The most important thing was love.

Those who produced nothing, who did not have things that could be exchanged for food or utensils, gave their affection. The affection was symbolized by a cotton flake.

It was common for people to exchange little flakes without wanting anything back, many times. People gave their affection, because they knew they would receive it at another time or another day.

One day, a very bad woman, who lived outside the village, convinced a small boy not to give his little flakes anymore. According to this, he would be the richest person in the city and have what he wanted.

Deluded by the words of the wicked woman, the boy, who was one of the most popular and beloved people in the village, began to gather affection and in a very short time his house was full of flakes, becoming even difficult to move inside.

Then, when the city was practically without flakes, people started to keep the little affection they had, and all the harmony of the city disappeared.

It appeared greed, suspicion, the first theft, hatreds, disagreements arose and people cursed themselves for the first time and ignored themselves in the streets.

As he was the most beloved in the city, the boy was the first to feel sad and alone, which made him look for the old woman to ask her and tell her if that was part of the wealth he would accumulate.

He did not find her anymore, so he took a decision. He grabbed a big cart, put all his flakes on top of it and walked around the city randomly distributing his affection. To everyone who gave affection, he just said: - Thank you for receiving my affection.

So, without fear of ending up with his flakes, he distributed them until the last affection without receiving a single one back.

Without having time to feel alone and sad again, someone walked up to him and gave him affection. Another did the same... Another... and another... until the village definitely returned to normal.

Text extracted from the website www.searadomestre.com.br
 

Translation:
Larissa Martine - larissa_am@hotmail.com

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