Eight year-old
Caio was still
in bed when he
looked out the
window his
mother had
kindly opened
for him and saw
the beautiful
day outside with
the sun shining
up high and a
fresh and
pleasant breeze
that caressed
his face.
- Look what a
beautiful day
God has given
us! Let's get
out of bed,
change clothes
and walk around
enjoying the
morning! - his
mother invited
him as she
smiled.
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But the boy,
discouraged,
shook his head,
not accepting
the suggestion:
- No, Mom. I do
not want to
walk.
- But why,
honey?
- I do not feel
good today, Mom
- he said with
tears in his
eyes.
The mother sat
on the bed,
embraced |
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- What's going
on, Caio?
- I do not know,
Mom. I do no
feel like doing
anything! And I
feel very cold...
- he said,
snuggling under
the covers.
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Concerned, his
mother got the
thermometer and
put it under
Caio's arm. Soon,
she checked it
and exclaimed,
scared:
- Thirty-nine
degrees! You
have a fever,
Caio. Get up!
I'm taking you
to the doctor.
Reluctantly, the
boy got himself
dressed and went
to the doctor's
office, who
examined him and
then said:
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- What you have,
Caio, is a sore
throat. I will
give you a
medication and
soon you'll be
good again. Now,
have plenty of
fluids, juices,
milk, water. No
cold drinks,
okay? - He said
as he wrote the
prescription and
handed it to his
mother.
- Yes, doctor.
- Great! So next
week I want to
see you again.
Have a nice day!
Caio and his
mother left the
office and went
to the pharmacy
to buy the
medicine. At
home, Caio laid
down again and
his mother
brought
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him the
medication to
take.
- Now sleep some
more, dear. Soon
you'll be
feeling better. |
However, a week
later, Caio
still had pain
in his throat
and the drugs
had no effect.
They went back
to the doctor
who changed the
medication. But
Caio's condition
did not improve.
Concerned, his
mother did not
know what else
to do, until a
neighbour
suggested:
- Maybe Caio's
problem is
linked to
another reason,
Neide, even
something
emotional?
- But what?!...
- the mom asked
apprehensively.
- Try to speak
to him. It can
be a problem
that he has not
noticed yet.
The mother
thanked the
neighbour and
went to the
Caio's room. She
sat on the bed
and looked at
her son who
looked pale and
sad. She hugged
him and asked if
he was in
trouble and
wanted to share
it with her. The
boy got teary
eyed and said:
- Mom, I've been
in bed for days
and no one came
to see me! None
of my friends
remembered
me!... Why is
it?
- I do not know,
son. Did
something happen
between you? -
she asked.
- No. But all
they do is show
off! They love
to bring their
new toys to
school to make
our classmates
jealous! And I
can't stand it
anymore!... In
fact, we argued
about it and I do
not want to talk
to them.
- Oh... So
that's why they
did not visit!
Maybe if you
called
apologizing...
- No way, Mom!
They would still
have the courage
to bring their
toys to show me.
And that I will
not stand!
The mother
looked at her
son and
understood. It
was envy, a very
negative
sentiment that
dominated Caio
and reached his
throat, as a
reaction to the
situation
created with his
schoolmates.
She was silent
for a moment,
then suggested:
- Caio, do not
be overwhelmed
by envy. This
feeling is
making you ill
and reached your
throat, which is
your weak point,
as a way not to
apologize to
your friends.
The boy began to
cry
uncontrollably.
The mother
noticed that he
knew the reason
and
understanding
it, let him cry,
saying nothing.
When Caio
stopped sobbing
and calmed down,
he agreed:
- Mom, you're
right. I was
jealous of them.
- But why,
honey? Do they
have toys like
yours?
- No!
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- So don't you
think they may
have taken their
toys to school
so you would see
them, perhaps
because they are
jealous of your
toys?
Caio looked up,
wiped his eyes
and exclaimed:
- I had not
thought about
it, Mom! |
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- Well, Caio. Maybe they are
jealous of you,
dear. Often
children get
envious of
others.
The boy, now
calmer,
reflected on the
matter, freed
from the
negative
sentiment that
dominated him:
envy. He smiled
and said:
- Mom, I'm going
to do what you
suggested. I'll
call them,
explaining that
I am sick and I
miss them! What
do you think?
- Great, Caio!
Do it, darling.
And your throat,
how is it?
- Much better,
Mom. Much better.
It barely hurts
now!...
MEIMEI
(Psychographed
by Celia X. de
Camargo on
23/03/2015.)
