Mohana

- Damm it – she said as she hurried fast  through the kitchen all dressed up in black, with a big Victor Hugo bag full of stuff, a handbook at the other side (where she kept all her personal ideas), boots with hills, and a Tommy Hilfiger  silver watch. Those clothes looked a lot warm for the weather it was making, she took off her glasses and continued – We’ve a problem?

- What?! – Daddy responded worried sick almost dropping from his hand the cup of coffee he was drinking. He was sitting right beside me in the kitchens coffee table, we were having a sort of a brunch or a middle of the morning snack, it was nearly eleven AM.

- Our pony! It’s eating up everything in the garden. And when I say everything I mean all of it! It’s a disaster.

- Oh calm down Mohana, I believe it must no such big problem as you say. – My dad said in his own particular way of being always distressed. I never knew how he managed to act that way (but he always did), principally with his wife Mohana. 

- No such problem?! Are you out of your mind? My roses and my flowers! Besides what would the girls think if they know what’s on their pony’s belly? – She said waving her hands up and down and round and round very instable. She had already dropped the purse at the chair by my side, but hadn’t yet talked to me, and yes she had noticed I was there.

- Look, it’s an animal, its nature just as the plants. – Thinking he had said a phrase that would won the Nobel prize.

- I’ll tell one thing Ernesto, and one thing only. Take care of it immediately. I want my garden back! – Pointing very closely to his face and with lot anger, I think?

- I’ll do what I can. – solving everything

- No! You must do even the impossible. Do you know how tiring it was like to organize the whole dammed thing? – With a very reckless voice.

- God, you altered…

- And only now that you notice! – She quitted the kitchen leaving her belongings behind and marching upstairs to her bedroom where I guess she would cry a little until she would be more calmed and acceptable to be around other people.

I stared and stared, and could only keep staring. There’s wasn’t much to say actually. Their problem almost did not exist, they we’re creating something where there was really nothing. Even better my step mom was creating, and my dad went with it. Of course the pony hadn’t eaten everything up, it just wasn’t possible. But she was desperate to see one little bush of flowers destroyed at the crack of down in our family country house.

I had never been there before, I Knew there was a pool (I already had one at home, which I and everyone one else at the house almost never used it), the so spoken garden, the yard, the sports square (another thing we had on the condominium, also I never practice sports, I was managing to start tennis this year, but hadn’t yet started. On top of it I mostly wanted ‘cause of the glamour that involved practicing that sport), the lake, the space, the wind, the calmness away from the city, another thing I thought we already had on the condominium.

But even thought all of this knowledge I had about one other property of my dad’s I’ve need been there! I guess partly I could be explained by the fact that the things that had there they maybe seduce me to go; I could have at his house. I barely even came to his house too.

He wished, and sometimes imagined that I had already known the place. That wasn’t true, but I think what he was trying to do was, thinking of me in the spot to tell his own brain I had already been there and we had no problem about that; Given the fact that for him it was a problem not knowing your own dad’s space.