My Sweet Orange Tree

Chapter One
THE DISCOVERER OF THINGS
We were strolling down the street hand in hand, in no hurry at all.
Totoca was teaching me about life. And that made me really happy,
my big brother holding my hand and teaching me things. But teaching me things out in the world.
Because at home I learned by discovering things on my own and doing things on my own;
I’d make mistakes and because I made mistakes I always ended up getting beaten.
Until not long before that, no one had ever hit me.
But then they heard things and started saying I was the devil, a demon, a sandy-haired sprite.
I didn’t want to know about it. If I wasn’t outside, I’d have started to sing.
Singing was pretty. Totoca knew how to do something besides sing: he could whistle.
But no matter how hard I tried to copy him, nothing came out.
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