Estando mi sobrina como en segundo grado, la maestra le manda una nota a mi hermana recordándole que la niña debe ir a la escuela con zapatos negros escolares. Ella, por motivos de trabajo no había podido ir a comprarlos. Así que le pide a Papá que vaya con la niña a comprarle los zapatos negros del uniforme.

Papá e hija con la mejor disposición se van de tiendas. Al llegar a una zapatería, la niña ve unos zapatos y queda prendada, quiere esos zapatos, son los que le gustan, solo que… ¡eran grises!

Papá le dice:

—Estefa, mami pero esos son grises y hay que comprarlos negros.

Sin embargo, entre una cosa y otra la niña convence al padre y compran los zapatos grises.

Cuando llegan a la casa y mamá ve los zapatos, le reclama a papá:

—Pero bueno chico, ¿Qué pasó?, eran unos zapatos negros escolares los que tenían que comprar.

El muy sonriente responde:

— ¡Ah es que le hubieses visto la cara cuando me dijo!:

— Anda papi cómpramelos que gris es negro clarito. Ja,ja,ja.

Cuando madre e hija echan este cuento la imagen que me viene es la del Gato con Botas a punto de lágrimas en la película Shrek.

Hoy recuerdo a mi cuñado con inmenso cariño y no dejo de agradecerle por ese amor incondicional que siempre le dio a su hija. Gracias Walter, Gracias.

¡Feliz Día del Padre a todos esos hombres maravillosos que aman, acompañan y apoyan a sus hijos!

In English

Here we are in our monthly meeting to share those anecdotes that have made us enjoy unique moments that have remained in our memory and we bring them to the present with affection, bringing a smile or laughter because in them there is a special affection, that which is born of coexistence and that weaves the knots of family and friendship.

This month our dear @lisfabian through her lively program #reiresgratis invites us to participate in the contest by placing as the protagonist that special being that is The Dad.

@lisfabian makes the invitation taking as a reference that old song that we sing to our children so that they learn to move their hands in a rhythmic movement whose final message is that daddy doesn't give him anything. She says ¡Ya basta de la arepita de cebada! And it is true, it is a little song that reinforces the idea that the father contributes little or nothing to the upbringing.

In particular, it always made noise to me and at the time I used to change the word "nada" for "empanada" or "palmada" adding a movement at the end that my baby loved. When she would say "pal-ma-da" we would clap our hands on each syllable. ah, what tender memories!

Also, Lis, in her post, reminds us of that saying that "father can be anyone" and even the legislator doubted his paternity. My birth certificate (she is a bit old, hahahahahahahah) says something like: She was presented by Vicente Paúl Pacheco Alvares who claims to be her father. What an ugly doubt! Thank goodness that tagline was eliminated.

The truth is that father "is also one", that "good" or "bad" thanks to him we exist. If we have had a good father we are grateful and praise his existence and if he has not been there or has been a "bad father" we have to accept and move on.

Today in my writing I bring two anecdotes, where two fathers who have been kind, loving, dedicated and responsible with their children have left their footprints in that album of memory, making us laugh every time we bring them to the present and "re-enjoying" the moment.

My dad and his words