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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 2 - N° 60 - June 15, 2008

  Translation
FELIPE DARELLA - felipe.darella@gmail.com
 

The coloured balloon 

 

Janjão was a kind-hearted boy, but a bit disobedient. 

His mom kept giving him, counsels, saying: 

–Janjão, don’t do this, you may get in trouble! 

–Janjão, get off of there, you might fall and get hurt! 

–Janjão, attention with this knife, my son. It’s very sharp! 

Janjão kept doing what he was doing, pretending to be hard of hearing. 

One day, Janjão and Pedrinho, his best friend, were bored. They had played hide-and-seek, marbles, catch-handle, etc., and they didn’t know what to do anymore. 

Janjão had a bright idea: 

– Got it! Let’s make a balloon! 

– A balloon? –Pedrinho asked, surprised. – Isn’t that dangerous? 

– Yep, a balloon. And it’s not dangerous, you fool. Go and buy paper and glue. 

— Me? Why me? It was your idea! – Pedrinho replied. 

— Ok. I’m going, then. 

They worked all afternoon long in a small room at the back of Pedrinho’s house. They knew his mom would be busy working and would never notice. 

After getting it ready, they anxiously waited for the night to come. After all, to be fun, balloons need to fly at night. 

They lighted the balloon and were expecting it to go up. 

They kept blowing the balloon... blowing... blowing until it started to go up slowly. 

The boys got carried away. In a little while, the beautiful coloured balloon was going up... up... up to the sky, higher and higher. Soon, it was only a luminous point as if it were a

star. Then, it was hidden behind some tall trees and the boys could keep track of it no more. 

From the coloured balloon only the memories remained. They still talked a bit more about it, excited, the beautiful balloon! 

Janjão, remembering it was already late and his parents could be worried, said good-bye and went home. 

He lived in a ranch and needed to walk a little through the field to get home. In the horizon, saw an immense clarity in the sky. As he kept walking he realized the fire came from his house. 

As he got near, he saw his house on fire, all his furniture, and people running towards the house with buckets of water, trying to beat the fire. His dad, worried, walking back and forth, and his mom and sister crying. He asked, upset: 

– What happened, daddy? 

– Oh! My son! Thanks God you’re all right. We were worried about you. We even thought you could be in

there with the fire. Some flew balloons and, when we realized it, fire was everywhere already, as you can see. Some friends helped and we managed to save some things, thanks God. 

The boy, sorry, realizing the action he had just made, started sobbing: 

– Forgive me dad. That’s my entire fault. I was the one flying the balloon, but I could never imagine it would be so dangerous. 

His dad sighed, understanding of his son’s grief, while telling him, bluntly: 

– You see, my son? To be disobedient, all the harm you just did? Thanks God, we only had material losses, and even though we are poor, we will make do with what we have and make up for this setback. But, what if someone got hurt? 

Janjão wept like a baby. 

– Forgive me, daddy. Now I understand the harm I did and, when mom says it’s dangerous, it’s because she knows what might happen. 

His father hugged him and from this day on Janjão became a different boy, more responsible, and even started working to help his dad make up for the damages he unexpectedly had done.                           

                                     

                                                                 Aunt Célia
               


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