The red leather jacket
That sweaty leather jacket was Alberto’s mother fascination.
She used to wear it every time she felt an eager excitement of dressing up or
playing rock and roll. Or even when she needed to go out for a lonely walk and
forget about her mother roll for a minute. Alberto didn’t like the jacket,
first because the smell reminded him of his grandparents farm, second because
of the red skin pieces that will fall down from the jacket leaving red confetti
in the couch, and third because he didn’t like hugging his mom with that jacket
it felt almost plastic like, sweaty and uncomfortable. But he knew that her
mother looked fantastic in that leather jacket, her juvenile spirit sparkled,
and just by wearing it for a while she was a little fresher are brighter.
Alberto’s mother was a joyful, creative woman. She will
paint the rice in colors for Alberto and his brother Pablo, she had fun
painting it, and she laughed a lot when friends would come over and be freak
out by the blue rise and wouldn’t eat it. She felt it was necessary to change
the color of life sometimes in a while. And that was exactly what the red
leather jacket did to her, enliven life with red.
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