Creative nonfiction: Manuel, the ice cream boy/ Manuel, el chico de los helados (ENG/ ESP)


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Manuel, the ice cream boy

The heat was steaming off the asphalt and the still trees seemed to be scorching in the sun as well. I was sitting at one of the windows of the house that were opened every afternoon to let the breeze air the house. I was there when I saw my aunt Nelly, my mother's sister, get out of a blue car that had stopped at the corner. Smiling, my aunt, who was about 18 years old, walked down the sidewalk and at that moment, Manuel, a boy who sold ice cream on his bicycle, stopped and called out to her:

"Come here, Nelly, I want to talk to you",_ said Manuel and my aunt, walking towards him, asked:

"What are you going to give me?" - My aunt and Manuel stood in the shade of a tree in front of a house, while the bicycle was parked on the road in the sun. From the window, I watched the bicycle with its anime cavita and thought about the melted peanut and butter ice cream that I liked so much.

When my aunt came home, she saw me at the window and asked me:

"What are you doing riding on the window, get down from there!" -She ordered me and then opened the ice cream and told me, _"Bite".

I got down from the window and took a big chunk of the ice cream: it was indeed peanut butter.


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It was September and the heat was raging in the city. The heat wave was unbearable and even the breeze had moved elsewhere. People could bathe several times a day, but even then they were still sweating.

My best way to escape the heat was to sit at the window and watch the people go by. Manuel would sometimes pass by on his bicycle looking toward the house and I felt like saying to him:

"My aunt is not here, but you can leave the ice cream and I'll save it for her". -But I kept quiet in the heat.

My aunt Nelly was at home because she wanted to study at the university and in her town there was nowhere to study, so my mother had accepted the responsibility of keeping her until she graduated. She would go out in the morning and come back in the afternoon.

Always, from the window, I would see her get out of the blue car and after a while Manuel, who I suspect was waiting for her, would appear and call her. The two of them would talk for about an hour under the shade of the trees, then Manuel would give her an ice cream and my aunt would come home happy. She would always say something to me when she saw me sitting at the window:

"One of these days you're going to fall out of there!" -she would predict. Other times she would say:

"You're like those gossipy old women, hanging on everything".

Even though she told me that, she gave me some of the ice cream she brought and once she even gave it to me in its entirety:

"Take it, so you don't talk,” he said, and I didn't know what to say, but I ate the ice cream.


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One day, my aunt Nelly did not return from college. It got dark and we didn't hear from her. At that time there were no cell phones, so my mother didn't know where to look for her or who to call. At that point I said, innocently:

"She will be with Manuel" - my worried parents asked at the same time:

"Who is Manuel?"

"The ice cream man,” I said in a self-sufficient manner.

Dad knew where Manuel lived, so he decided to go look for him. Meanwhile, Mom was questioning me and scolding me for not having said anything earlier. Inside I was thinking:

"What's wrong with my aunt getting ice cream?"

After a while Dad arrived in a rage and more worried from the street: Manuel wasn't home, so Dad had threatened his family to call the police if my aunt didn't show up. About half an hour later Manuel arrived at my house all scared:

"I don't know anything about Nelly",-Manuel kept repeating, "I swear on my mother's life". Dad didn't believe him and threatened him again.


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It was about 9 o'clock at night, when my aunt arrived in the usual car. Mom and she went into the room and after cries and screams from my aunt and my mother, my aunt Nelly grabbed her things and got back into the car which started immediately.

The next day, like every afternoon, while I was sitting at the window to pass the heat, I saw Manuel's bicycle crossing the corner, but this time Manuel's eyes did not see the house and I never tasted those peanut ice creams that I liked so much.

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Thank you for reading and commenting. Until a future reading, friends


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Manuel, el chico de los helados
El calor era un vapor que salía del asfalto y los árboles quietos parecían también achicharrarse con el sol. Yo estaba sentada en una de las ventanas de la casa que se abrían todas las tardes para que la brisa aireara la casa. Estaba allí cuando vi que mi tía Nelly, hermana de mi mamá, se bajaba de un carro azul que se había detenido en la esquina. Sonreída, mi tía, quien tenía como 18 años, caminaba por la acera y en eso, Manuel, un muchacho que vendía helados en la bicicleta, se detuvo y la llamó:
_Ven acá, Nelly, que quiero hablar contigo –dijo Manuel y mi tía, caminando hacia él, le preguntó:
_¿Qué me vas a dar? – mi tía y Manuel se pusieron a la sombra de un árbol que estaba al frente de una casa, mientras la bicicleta quedó estacionada en la carretera, bajo el sol. Desde la ventana, yo miraba la bicicleta con su cavita de anime y pensaba en los helados derretidos de maní y mantecado que me gustaban tanto.
Cuando mi tía llegó a la casa, me vio en la ventana y me preguntó:
_¿Qué haces montada en la ventana? ¡Bájate de ahí! -me ordenó y luego abrió el helado y me dijo- Muerde.

Yo me bajé de la ventana y le quité un buen pedazo al helado: efectivamente era de mantecado con maní.

Era septiembre y el calor hacía estragos en la ciudad. La ola de calor era insoportable y hasta la brisa se había mudado a otra parte. La gente se podía bañar varias veces al día, pero ni así dejaba de sudar.

Mi mejor forma de evadir el calor era sentarme en la ventana y ver a la gente pasar. Manuel a veces pasaba en su bicicleta viendo para la casa y a mí me daban ganas de decirle:

_Mi tía no está aquí, pero puedes dejar el helado que yo se lo guardo. -pero me quedaba callada pasando el calor.

Mi tía Nelly estaba en casa porque quería estudiar en la universidad y en su pueblo no había donde estudiar, así que mi madre había aceptado la responsabilidad de tenerla hasta que ella se graduara. Ella salía en la mañana y regresaba en la tarde.

Siempre, desde la ventana, la veía que se bajaba del carro azul y al rato aparecía Manuel, que sospecho yo que la esperaba, y la llamaba. Los dos hablaban como una hora bajo la sombra que hacían los árboles, después Manuel le regalaba un helado y mi tía llegaba a casa contenta. Siempre me decía algo cuando me veía sentada en la ventana:

_ ¡Un día de estos te vas a caer de ahí! -vaticinaba. Otras veces decía:
_Estás como esas viejas chismosas, pendiente de todo.
Aunque me decía eso, me daba del helado que traía y hasta una vez, me lo dio completico:
_Toma, para que no hables -expresó y yo no supe qué decir, pero me comí el helado.

Cierto día, mi tía Nelly no regresó de la universidad. Se hizo la noche y no sabíamos de ella. En esa época no existían celulares, así que mi madre no sabía dónde buscarla ni a quien llamar. En eso yo dije, de manera inocente:

_Estará con Manuel -mis padres preocupados preguntaron al mismo tiempo:

_¿Quién es Manuel?

_El heladero -expresé de manera autosuficiente.

Papá sabía dónde vivía Manuel, así que decidió ir a buscarlo. Mientras tanto, mamá me interrogaba y me regañaba por no haber dicho nada antes. Dentro de mí pensaba:
_¿Qué tiene de malo que a mi tía le den un helado?

Al rato llegó Papá enfurecido y más preocupado de la calle: Manuel no estaba en su casa, por lo que papá había amenazado a su familia de llamar a la policía si mi tía no aparecía. Como a la media hora llegó Manuel a mi casa todo asustado:
_Yo no sé nada de Nelly -repetía Manuel a cada rato- Se los juro por mi madre. Papá no le creyó y volvió a amenazarlo.
Eran como las 9 de la noche, cuando mi tía llegó en el carro de siempre. >Mamá y ella entraron al cuarto y luego de llantos y gritos de mi tía y mi madre, mi tía Nelly agarró sus cosas y volvió a meterse en el carro que arrancó inmediatamente.
Al día siguiente, como cada tarde, mientras estaba sentada en la ventana para pasar el calor, vi la bicicleta de Manuel que cruzó en la esquina, pero esta vez los ojos de Manuel no vieron para la casa y más nunca yo probé aquellos helados de maní que me gustaban tanto.


























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I was quite curious about what really happened to your aunt during the time she didn't return from college. Her meetings with Manuel were quite suspicious because why would she bribe you if she's not doing something unusual with him? Anyway, I liked how you narrated your experience. It was simple, yet I really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing, @nancybriti1!

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But what was the true reason why your aunt came back late? I'm in suspense.🙃

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I didn't know it at the time, but eventually I learned that she had left with the man in the car. She left school to go live with that man.

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Ouuu, so Manuel was truly faultless. Lovely writing.

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A suspense filled read 🥲

Why did your aunt came back unusually late at that particular day was something to ponder on. Was it the "youthful exuberant" something? Seems she had to leave for sanity to remain in your house.

Poor Manuel! He was wrongfully accused 🤧

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I was too little to understand, but my aunt had dropped out of school to elope with that man in the car, who later got her pregnant, but that's another story. Thank you for commenting

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I find this story cute in the sense that the child really looked like the gossipy old women in the neighborhood. Lol! But I hate hanging endings.. though this is written really good. overall, I liked the story. Just wondering what's the real score between aunt Nelly and Manuel.

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