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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 4 - N° 181 – October 24, 2010

  Translation
Carolina von Scharten - carolinavonscharten@yahoo.com

 

  The jaboticaba tree         

  

Once upon a time there was a group of children who were returning home from school, walking around and laughing together. One of the boys suddenly said: 

— Hey, stop please! We are now near the house where there is a jaboticaba tree. 

The group kept quiet and got near by the house where there was this beautiful tree of the myrtle family, cultivated in warm regions for its edible usually purplish fruit... The fruit looked quite delicious and ready to be eaten... 

Two boys from the group decided to jump the fence and get some fruit from the tree. They were soon followed by the others. They began to get the fruit but heard noise coming from inside the house.    

— Who is there? — a woman shouted. 

They grabbed their bags, laughed quietly and started to run away from the house. They ran until they found a safe spot where they sat down at the pavement and laughed together at what just happened.  

As soon as he got home, Juliano told his mom  

what they did. He then took two beautiful jaboticabas from his bag and offered them to her:

— Try mom. They are delicious! I am sure you will love it! 

She looked at him quite seriously and asked:

— Juliano, my son, do you really think it’s right what you have just done? 

The boy then thought for a moment and said:

— We were just kidding, mom! Everyone does that!...   

— Everyone does that??? You have stolen something from someone’s house. These fruit could have been easily bought at our local supermarket, my son! Do you think it’s right to steal something? Is this what your dad and I taught you?  

The boy looked down and regretted his behaviour. He recognised his mom was right and promised never to do that again. 

— Very well, Juliano. I am very glad to see you want to do the right things from now on.             

On the following day, he had already completely forgotten about the jabuticabas. Therefore, he would avoid returning home from school with the group of boys, as his mom suggested to him.  

Three days passed by and once again Juliano was standing in front of the tree. He then saw the amount of fruit that was available there.... They looked so juicy he felt tempted to get one.... He thought for a while and.... 

He decided to risk it. “No one will see me grabbing the fruit from the tree! It won’t make a difference anyway since there are so many available here!” — he thought to himself. 

He didn’t even question it. He jumped the fence and grabbed jabuticabas.  

Once he was getting away from the house, he heard a voice just behind him: 

— So, you are the one stealing my fruit? My son! If you asked me I would have given you as many fruit as you wanted! I could even give you more: oranges,

mangos and bananas!   

He felt extremely ashamed of himself. Juliano didn’t even know what to say to the lady who was standing right in front of him...

— I am deeply sorry, ma’am. This will never happen again. I promise. 

The lady looked at him with kindness and invited him to come into the house: 

— Come on in, soon. You don’t seem to be a bad boy. I will give you some fruit to take home with you. My name is Dora. How are you called?

— Juliano.  

She asked him to come inside and talked to him. She showed him her garden, her parrot and her dog. The talked for a long time and became friends. Juliano left Dora’s home with lots of different types of fruit. 

Once he got home, he told his mom what just happened: 

— You were right, mom. I felt so ashamed today I will never ever forget it. What a lesson! There was a good side to what just happened, though. I met lady Dora, who is a very nice person! Oh! She wants to meet you, by the way!  

Juliano grew up, but kept that experience in his mind. He began to nurture good actions wherever he was; he would always value honesty and truth in his life.                                                    

                  Meimei
 

(Received by Célia X. de Camargo, in 20/9/2010.)       

 


 



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